Rebirth of the Seer by Peter W. Dawes Page A

eyebrow, staring me down as though not in the slightest bit of pain or discomfort. “How the hell did a watcher who – God, as much as I loved my sister, I still have to say this – had a good head on her shoulders, but not a lot of savvy… how did she and a she-vampire both peg who the hell you were before you even got your calling?”
    I shrugged. “As far as I have understood it, they knew how to recognize a would-be seer and were fortunate in stumbling upon me. Are you telling me now this is suddenly important?”
    “ Oh, Flynn. All pre-med, no time for electives. Yes , it’s important. If that sort of thing was luck, Sabrina and Lydia should’ve gone to Vegas and played the slot machines.” Letting go of my hand, Monica shifted, and though I saw her wince at the effort, she pulled herself to a seated position. “Lydia said you have many trials ahead of you and though she has an inside line to the Fates, she could’ve guessed that when she was still alive. It’s unheard of for someone other than a team of sorcerers to find a seer, and that’s a seer who’s gaine d his abilities. We’re not talking about the ones who haven’t. No matter how gifted the watcher was, she couldn’t have found a would-be seer if her life depended on it.”
    Monica and I stared at each other, locked in a stalemate. When she did not blink, I felt myself sober, the humor of the moment stolen like a breath in the wind. “They should not have known who I was?”
    I watched a smirk curl her lips, an evident sign she was pleased to have shaken me up. “No. Yet, Lydia knew almost right away. She didn’t tell a soul except me for two years and, even then, only gave you up when the vampires found you. In a way, I think she wanted all of us to stay blissfully ignorant.”
    “Please explain to me what this means.”
    The smirk evaporated, given once more to a serious expression. “Flynn, you’re probably one of the most powerful seers ever born. With the shiny title comes a blessing and a curse. The blessing is the Fates have deigned to give you to us in the first damn place, but everything has a balance. The curse? If we’ve been given such a powerful seer, it means there’s an evil just as powerful you’ll have to face.”
    My blood turned cold, my hands suddenly aching for the comfort of Monica’s again. I took a deep breath, both to sort through my thoughts and steady my nerves. For as much as my watcher’s words had already impacted, I could sense I still had miles to go before I fully grasped the enormity of what I had been told. “This is why I am such a monster when my thoughts turn wicked,” I murmured, the words being produced before I could stop myself. “If I truly am capable of that much power then my own evil could possibly eclipse that which I was brought into the world to vanquish.”
    I felt warm fingers caress my leg, glancing back without realizing I had looked away again. My gaze fell first to the palm gently stroking my thigh, in a gesture more reassuring than suggestive, then rose to engage the concerned expression on Monica’s face. I frowned. “Monica, are you certain it is not best for me to turn myself in? What if I am now that very villain I should have slain?”
    “You aren’t. I understand how you feel that way, but trust me when I say the sorts of shadows people like you fight are much more treacherous than you’re even capable of being. Lydia fought for you, and I fought for you, too, because the man given these abilities knows what to do with them. And he’s in there, regardless of wheth er I call you Peter, or I call you Flynn.”
    She shut her eyes and slowly relaxed against her pillows again. “The fact that you even see your inner demons should tell you something,” she said, continuing. “If you were ever that far gone, you wouldn’t care. You’d just rip the world into s hreds and laugh while doing it.”
    “That is the very thing I fear becoming.”
    Silence settled between