TITLE: Treasured Vision
GENRE: Young Adult
Visions are a messy business, child; troublesome doorways better left locked.
The memory of Papa's caution echoed through Nadia's mind as she sat alone in her room, crumpled note in one hand, unlit match in the other. Fear warred against her curiosity to know where he had gone, when he would return. The fear of drowning.
"If death were on the line," she reasoned, and left the thought unfinished. Speaking such things aloud made them too real. Too possible. The feelings she'd been having made her believe her father's life was at stake. Yet she hesitated. There was nothing she would not brave to save her father, but seeing things in a vision did not always mean she would understand them. The pictures that came to her were as often confusing as not, which brought back the question of taking a chance. She might learn something vital or see nothing at all.
And she was afraid.
Papa had explained Shawnee Sight to Nadia, how it ran through Mama's bloodline and might come to her. It had sounded like danger and excitement, like Aladdin's cave of wonders or a jackalope with magic beans. Magical. With all the fervor of a seven-year-old's heart, Nadia had wanted that gift. And until the wish was granted, years later, she had no idea of the fool-brained thing she'd coveted. Her first vision was a terror beyond imagining, all blood and smoke and losing her breath under a sheet of ice--like drowning. She had shivered with fright for days.