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Darkness was all around her.

Above, below, behind, so thick it felt like it was making its way through her open mouth and down her throat to suffocate her panicky breaths. Genvieve felt like she had been walking forever. Searching for something unknown, but with the knowledge that when she found it, everything would be all right. For once.

Suddenly she saw it in front of her, a tiny bright circle that reminded her of a rotating prism refracting light into all of its colours. The faint light allowed her to see the edges of the narrow corridor she had already known she was in. She got close enough to see the individual colours of the light, red-orange-yellow-green-blue-indigo-violet, each making its slow orbit. ROY G BIV. She had learned the wavelength order in elementary school, and was surprised to see it faithfully represented here, wherever here was.

Disconcerted at the random scientific knowledge popping into her mind out of nowhere, she shook her head to clear it.

She was almost upon the swirling colours now, and a sudden deep longing came over her, banishing rational thought and filling her with unbearable sadness. She went nearer to it, forcing her reluctant feet forward, ignoring her body's instinctive urge to flee, pushing away in irritation the warning voice that that whispered in her head, telling her to turn around, walk away before it was too late.

She was drawn to it almost in a trance, focusing only on the certainty that beyond the pretty turning kaleidoscope lay what she was searching for if only she could reach out and grab it. She raised her arm and moved it slowly forward, pausing when her fingertips were a hair's breadth from the glowing surface.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself for what was coming and plunged her hand in up to her wrist.

She opened her eyes in surprise. Whatever she had expected, it wasn't this...nothing. It was as if her hand no longer existed. She swallowed at the sensation, but didn't remove her hand, still enthralled somehow. Almost there—she was inches away, could feel it. Whatever—or whoever—she needed to find was almost within her grasp. She leaned forward, pushing her arm in up to her elbow.

She felt a sudden sucking on her arm, pulling her in farther, but with an eerie lack of sensation. She felt a fleeting second of panic, then stumbled, losing her balance. She fell headlong into the swimming colours, down, down, losing her body, closing her eyes at the onslaught of colour, falling free with an unknown destination...

She woke with another pounding headache.

She always got them after she looked through her inner eye; the more stressful the vision, the worse her head hurt. What frightened her about this one was the fact that she had had absolutely no idea while she was dreaming that she was experiencing a vision. Learning to recognize the signs of prophecy, whether waking or dreaming, and how to keep a small corner of the mind rooted in reality, were the first things a novice learned when the Sight was discovered in her.

If a Seer could not do this, there was a high risk of her "going inward", never returning from the trancelike state of vision. It was a terrifying sight, a Seer that had gone inward; the blank face and empty eyes were haunting. It was similar to seeing someone who had been Kissed by a dementor, except that their soul hadn't been sucked out; it was just—gone.

She had come dangerously close to letting the vision take her over, almost losing herself in it. It had enveloped her, hypnotized her, like the swirling portal itself; she had lost her awareness of her own identity, of reality. It had never happened to her before, and shouldn't now; she was a Seer of long experience, mature and proficient in her craft. She was disturbed and frightened by this new development.

She smiled wryly. Well, I was wondering if I losing my gift. Apparently not. This was the strongest vision she had had in months, the only one recently other than that recurring vague dream she had been having lately. She still hadn't figured out what that one meant.

Genvieve sighed and turned over in bed, hoping in vain for a few more hours of sleep. She certainly had plenty of thoughts to keep her occupied until dawn.

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