Page 84 of Their World

My eyes finally adjusted and I saw Molly dancing from foot to foot anxiously with a big smile on her face. “I think you might be right,” I said with a soft laugh.

Once we were close enough, Molly spun around and raced inside and two doors down to her room.

We followed and my mouth dropped when I saw the walls covered in drawings. Molly had always enjoyed drawing and coloring, but this was an unusual amount for her.

Even more unusual were what the drawings depicted.

Stepping forward, I rested my fingers against a perfect drawing of Azgon.

“Do you like them?” Molly asked. “I keep getting these ideas and dreams and just have to draw them.”

Piper turned with a drawing in her hand and showed me it. “Is that you?”

The drawing was of me in the demon world, standing inside the store talking to the store owner. That was when I’d asked him about the prophecy.

“Piper, go get Mason,” I whispered urgently.

She spun and ran out of the room.

Molly’s face fell. “You … you don’t like them?”

“Molly, these are amazing,” I said honestly, and smiled wide despite the fear beginning to grow within me. “You are so talented to be able to draw so well.”

Her smile and energy returned. “Thank you!”

I picked up one showing three large black portals in the park with me, my mates, and Tony facing the Grand Advisor and my parents, who were on their knees. The Grand Advisor didn’t have horns and had slightly pointed ears though. His true appearance.

This hadn’t happened yet. She was having visions, too!

What could cause two children in the same orphanage to suddenly start having visions?

“Can I take some of these?” I asked her softly as I stroked my finger across Mom and Dad kneeling.

She nodded. “That’s what they’re for! I drew them for you, silly! Oh, the most important one is this.” Crawling on her belly, she slid beneath her bed and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it several times, she showed me a piece of paper three times the size of the other, and this one depicted me, standing with my hand in Jol’s, our other hands outstretched towards the Grand Advisor who was on his knees, head back with red light coming out of his mouth and eyes.

“Why is this the most important?” I asked her gently. She was only six-years-old, so I didn’t want to frighten her.

“Because this was how you defeated the bad man. You and the horned king made him give back the power he stole.”

“How did we do that?” I asked. I had absolutely no idea how to do that.

She shrugged. “You held hands and did it. Oh, but also this. It’s a little scary.” She handed me another piece of paper, this one she had hidden in her side table.

Jol stood over me while I lay on the ground bleeding, my hand outstretched for the portal nearest me.

“Can you tell me what happened here?” I asked her breathlessly.

“You and him were fighting. Then you got hurt by magic and crawled towards the portal. I … I don’t know what happened after that.” She frowned.

Mason and Piper returned and he spun in a slow circle as he took everything in.

“Piper, please gather the drawings,” I said softly. I folded the one in my hands, the one that showed me hurt at Jol’s feet, into a tiny square and shoved it into my front pocket.

Molly folded the big picture and handed it to Mason. “You should hold onto this.”

I hugged Molly and whispered, “Thank you for drawing these for me. If you get the urge to draw more, can you have Nessa send me the pictures by cell phone?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Okay!”

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