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Chapter One

'Brann! Come here!' Kaleka shouted.

The tiny Vulpix sauntered towards her mistress, indifferent to the fact she was angry with her. Brann lifted her amber eyes to meet Kaleka's and turned her head to one side.

'Stop that,' ordered Kaleka. 'You know I can't resist that face.'

Brann seemed to grin and began to jump up and down.

'Have you seen my phone?' Kaleka asked.

'Vul,' Brann replied. 'Pix, pix, vul.'

'Hmm,' Kaleka took her Vulpix into her arms and hugged her warmly. 'I need to speak to Daragh.'

Suddenly Brann leaped out of Kaleka's embrace and rushed towards the telephone fastened to the wall.

'I don't have his number, Brann.' Kaleka explained. 'Otherwise I would have rung him.'

Kaleka walked from the living room and into the kitchen, looking for her mother.

'Mommm!' she wailed.

'What, Kali dear?' Brianna Willis - Kaleka's mother - answered.

'Have you seen my phone?' she asked.

'No, why? Have you lost it?'

'Yup, and I need to ring Dar.'

'Oh,' said Brianna. 'To be honest, I haven't heard from him for a while myself. Do you think he's lost his phone?'

'Maybe,' replied Kaleka.

'Well, if you check my bedside cabinet my diary should be in there. Look in the back; that's where I keep my numbers. I'm sure his is there.'

'Thanks, mom!' Kaleka hollered, jumping up and running up the stairs.

'Five-two-three-nine-eight-three-seven-eight-one-two-six,' whispered Kaleka to herself as she typed in the numbers on the telephone.

'Come on, come on,' she murmured as it rang.

'Hello?' a voice said.

'Hi – erm - is Daragh Willis there? It's his sister.' Kaleka asked frowning, trying to figure out whose voice it was.

'Um, no, he isn't.' The voice replied.

'Oh, okay, do you know where he is?'

'Uh, no, I think he's – no. No I don't.'

'Well, okay, can I ask who you are?'

'I'm … well, I'm – sorry, I've got to go, bye.'

The line went dead.

Kaleka stared at the phone stupidly, then put it back on the hook and went to talk to her mother again.

'Mom,' she started awkwardly, 'I've just phoned Daragh's house and someone strange answered.'

'Oh?' Brianna replied, turning around. 'What did they say?'

'Well, when I asked if they knew where he was, they said no. And when I asked who they were, they wouldn't tell me and hung up.'

'Really? How peculiar,' Brianna commented, her brow furrowing.

'Yeah, erm, I'm gonna go see Avfyra, okay? See if he knows anything.'

'Oh okay, honey, take this fruit basket as thanks.'

'I will, mom. See you!' Kaleka called, scooping up the basket, Brann and walking out the door.

'This way, please.' An old woman wearing a long blood red robe called.

Kaleka followed the woman – who was better known as Mrs. Salvatore – into a small, dome like room in almost complete darkness. She led Kaleka over to the diminutive flame – the only source of light in the room.

'Praise, Avfyra,' Mrs. Salvatore began, 'Kaleka Willis offers you a gift for a gift.'

She then backed away, curtseying, her head bowed low, allowing Kaleka to come forward, meeting Avfyra head on.

'What do thou wish to see?' Avfyra asked, his voice vibrating against the small enclosure.

'Please, mighty Avfyra, I offer this outgrowth as my thanks. I beg of you, search for my brother; Daragh Willis.'

'I shall, beloved Kaleka. Please; give mine self a moment.'

Avfyra was an Alakazam, although he was unlike any other; he had intense violet eyes, his fur was golden and his ears were circular, not pointed. He seemed to have a wider range of power as well, which was why everyone respected him. As far as Kaleka knew, Avfyra had never been wrong in his viewings.

'I see the Daragh Willis thou speaks of. Please, come forward child, let my mind enter yours.'

Kaleka had Seen with Avfyra only twice before and each time it had been painless, though she still expected the worst.

A feeling of intense security rippled over her; making her mind flash over images of her brother. She saw him as thirteen, protecting her from a Pidgey and at fifteen, sharing a midnight snack with her. The final vision of him was on her fourteenth birthday, when he gave her Brann – her Vulpix.

The last time I saw him, she thought suddenly, two months ago.

She heard Avfyra's voice in her head. He told her to concentrate on her brother; on anything that reminded her of him.

Abruptly her mind went black. She felt as if she was falling down a waterfall, being tossed around like debris. She let it engulf her; let the darkness take over. And just as suddenly she was on a mountain face.

The wind whipped at her pink hair, wafting it into her eyes. She pulled it back and looked closely at her surroundings. The place on the mountain where she was standing was roughly half way up. She didn't recognize it; so it must have been somewhere up north. The grassland below was tall and there were many forests in the distance. She was sure she saw a town … somewhere.

All of a sudden she heard a kind of wheezing behind her. She turned … and almost fell off the cliff.

'Daragh!' she yelled in delight. Her brother was all right! He was safe! Apart from the ripped shirt and bruises on his face … but she was sure it wasn't anything too disastrous.

She ran up to him, hoping to receive a huge hug off her brother, except he didn't seem to notice her. She stepped in front of him, anticipating his face, yet he just ignored her. He looked right through her as he cursed at the size of the mountain leaning above him and carried on stumbling up the side. Kaleka started to follow him, only to be forced back into the pool of darkness.

A shiver went through her body as she shook her head, removing the final image of the peak.

'Thou Saw,' Avfyra spoke. It was not a question.

Kaleka began to get up – not remembering when she sat down – knowing it was her time to leave. She was about to turn around when Avfyra's voice cascaded through her soul,

'Thou shall not remember what I showed thee. Thou shall forget. Thou shall disregard the information, only retaining it when thou needs it most. Thou shall take upon thee an adventure. Thou shall go with no peoples present. Is this apparent?'

'It is done, your splendor,' replied Kaleka, bowing her head.

She picked up Brann and strolled out of the door, never looking back.

Once she was outside, Kaleka vomited.

Wiping her mouth, she realized she couldn't remember anything about the visit to Avfyra. All she could hear was the constant repetitive sound of 'An adventure', 'No peoples' and 'Daragh'. Learning from her other appointments with Avfyra, she knew the information would come in time, as it did before. She also knew she had to do the one thing she'd never dreamed of doing.

She had to leave home.