Chapter Twelve
The Archer and her Bow and Arrow
"I can't do it," Fallon insisted. She sat in a comfortable lotus position on Professor Xavier's desk. "A week ago I could tell you everything that happened here almost five hundred years ago, now I can't even get a single premonition."
"Fallon," Xavier explained. "It's no reason to get upset, really. You see, in a sense, you are like an archer, and your psychic powers are like a bow and arrow. You need to pull back, and regress, before taking a leap forward. As long as you don't strain, I'm sure by next week you'll be getting premonitions at will."
"Oh shut up," she said. "You took that right out of my yoga book."
"See, we're making progress already," he said encouragingly.
The clock chimed twelve. "Time's up."
Just then her body stiffened as she took a sharp breath. "Someone's coming," she said. Seconds later Scott burst in. Fallon mentally scratched her head; he wasn't whom she'd been expecting.
"Hi, Mr. Summers," she said. "Bye Mr. Summers, Professor." With that she left and went to find Cameron.
"Professor," Scott began. "I'm being stalked by a girl I can't see." Charles laughed. When was the last time he had heard someone say that?
Fallon went to the room she shared with Cameron to drop off her books and then went to return a book she had borrowed from Peter, all the while she couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was coming, and that the world as she knew it was going for a little ride. Boy was she right.
The Archer and her Bow and Arrow
"I can't do it," Fallon insisted. She sat in a comfortable lotus position on Professor Xavier's desk. "A week ago I could tell you everything that happened here almost five hundred years ago, now I can't even get a single premonition."
"Fallon," Xavier explained. "It's no reason to get upset, really. You see, in a sense, you are like an archer, and your psychic powers are like a bow and arrow. You need to pull back, and regress, before taking a leap forward. As long as you don't strain, I'm sure by next week you'll be getting premonitions at will."
"Oh shut up," she said. "You took that right out of my yoga book."
"See, we're making progress already," he said encouragingly.
The clock chimed twelve. "Time's up."
Just then her body stiffened as she took a sharp breath. "Someone's coming," she said. Seconds later Scott burst in. Fallon mentally scratched her head; he wasn't whom she'd been expecting.
"Hi, Mr. Summers," she said. "Bye Mr. Summers, Professor." With that she left and went to find Cameron.
"Professor," Scott began. "I'm being stalked by a girl I can't see." Charles laughed. When was the last time he had heard someone say that?
Fallon went to the room she shared with Cameron to drop off her books and then went to return a book she had borrowed from Peter, all the while she couldn't shake the feeling that someone or something was coming, and that the world as she knew it was going for a little ride. Boy was she right.
