Chapter 3

          Alexander was in her dreams, and Estelle wasn't surprised by it.

          They were in the restaurant. She was sitting in his lap. Suddenly, Numair stormed in, dragging Daine like a rag doll.

          "You!" he shouted, pointing at Alexander.

          Alexander gently pushed Estelle off his lap. He stood up, hands curled tightly into fists.

          "You ruined everything!" he raged. Black fire, an evil color Estelle had never seen before, gathered in Numair's hands. It grew larger and larger, burned brighter and brighter. Bright white light was also growing in Alexander's hand. Behind her back, Estelle was gathering her baby blue fire. She knew she was more powerful than both of them combined. She would have to stop them if they tried to hurt anything. Suddenly Numair threw the black fire at Alexander. Alexander was caught unaware for a moment and it threw him across the restaurant. The other diners gasped. Estelle rushed to his side. Alexander was sprawled across the floor. Miraculously, there was no blood, but she could feel the life slipping from him. "I... love... you..." he whispered with the last of his strength.

          "No," she moaned. "No..."

          Then she woke up. She sat bolt upright in bed. Her hand brushed against her forehead and found she was sweating heavily.

          She looked at her clock. It was 5 in the morning. She decided to walk to Alexander' house. She knew he'd be up, he was always up before the sunrise.

          Alexander was standing in the doorway, looking worried. "I was expecting you," he said.

          "I know..." she murmured. She still couldn't get over her dream. She put her hand on his cheek. It was hot and flushed.

          "What's wrong?" she asked.

          "I can feel your emotions," he replied. He closed his eyes, leaning against the doorframe. "You feel horrified, deeply saddened... what is it?"

          Estelle gulped. She knew what was happening. Along with her magical powers, she also had the power to sense devastating events in the near future. The vicitm of the future event would sense it too. That meant-

          Thunder crashed overhead. At the base of it all, was Numair, hands raised high in the air, an enraged look on his face.