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It takes quite some time, but at last I do recover. As I mend, I tell Kibo about my visions; about my family and the Eevees and the Sneasels. I tell him what the Sneasel survivors said to me, that I thought the curse seemed to push me in certain directions, and how, before he came, all I wanted was to fade away.
Kibo believes me; sympathizes with me. He even has some thoughts on my dreams.
"I think," he says, "that the visions are not meant to be a curse, as you believe. I think they are meant to be warnings, like the warnings you give when I am about to walk unknowingly into something dangerous." He grins at me and I smile back, still hardly able to believe that he is still with me.
"None of those things," he continues, "what you call your 'death visions', are things that anyone could control, not really. There have always been hunters, and Warblade, at least, must have been planning for months, even years. Long before you came. You couldn't possibly have been responsible."
"Then why is it that I always end up where a disaster is about to take place?" I ask.
"I think that is the push you feel, moving you in a certain direction. I think the visions direct you to where you should be, in order to warn those that the disaster is about to catch."
I ponder his words for a long time, and at last decide that he is right. The terrible guilt that has plagued me for so long now falls away, and my limbs feel light and free. Nothing can erase the sorrow, or the horror, of the things I have seen, but these do not trouble me as they once did.
After I am fully well, Kibo and I begin to travel, this time in the direction the visions wish me to go. I no longer call them my curse.
Each time I receive a vision, I warn the people that it is about. Sometimes they listen, sometimes they do not. But even the failures are not quite so bad anymore, because now, hope is always with me.
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It takes quite some time, but at last I do recover. As I mend, I tell Kibo about my visions; about my family and the Eevees and the Sneasels. I tell him what the Sneasel survivors said to me, that I thought the curse seemed to push me in certain directions, and how, before he came, all I wanted was to fade away.
Kibo believes me; sympathizes with me. He even has some thoughts on my dreams.
"I think," he says, "that the visions are not meant to be a curse, as you believe. I think they are meant to be warnings, like the warnings you give when I am about to walk unknowingly into something dangerous." He grins at me and I smile back, still hardly able to believe that he is still with me.
"None of those things," he continues, "what you call your 'death visions', are things that anyone could control, not really. There have always been hunters, and Warblade, at least, must have been planning for months, even years. Long before you came. You couldn't possibly have been responsible."
"Then why is it that I always end up where a disaster is about to take place?" I ask.
"I think that is the push you feel, moving you in a certain direction. I think the visions direct you to where you should be, in order to warn those that the disaster is about to catch."
I ponder his words for a long time, and at last decide that he is right. The terrible guilt that has plagued me for so long now falls away, and my limbs feel light and free. Nothing can erase the sorrow, or the horror, of the things I have seen, but these do not trouble me as they once did.
After I am fully well, Kibo and I begin to travel, this time in the direction the visions wish me to go. I no longer call them my curse.
Each time I receive a vision, I warn the people that it is about. Sometimes they listen, sometimes they do not. But even the failures are not quite so bad anymore, because now, hope is always with me.