“...These lessons are for your own good. You need to learn how to control your powers or you'll end up hurting others,” Cannon switched gears when he noticed me staring off into space. I sat up straighter and straightened my tunic.
“I'm sorry. I was distracted by a stray thought,” I admitted, not knowing any better. Being fifteen-years-old I hadn't yet learned that saying this to an authority figure, especially a knowledgeable and wise man like Cannon Tragedy, was not a good thing. Cannon closes his book and pushed the wire frames of his spectacles up to worn notch in his nose where they'd probably sat since they'd been invented.
“Care to elaborate?” He asked, sitting on the sofa opposite me. I shrugged and leaned back, setting my arms along the back of the sofa I sat in.
“I had another realistic dream last night but this one looked… different. I followed this one girl around a city, whose clay brick houses and cobblestone streets reminded me of Rome,” I began not leaving much to the imagination, “The girl kept talking to me as if I were someone she knew but I can't say that I've ever met her. She was beautiful, petite, with long dark hair down to her knees and purple eyes that reminded me of violets in the spring...”
“Bub, you should tell your mother this. It may have been a vision. I'm not knowledgeable on such things,” he advised and I cringed inside. I turned to look at her door and shook my head.
“She isn't in the best of places lately and she only went to bed just before you came in. She's been having horrific visions and refuses to sleep before dawn,” I changed the subject and Cannon sat back with one hand to his chin. He stared off into space, his dark hair falling into his eyes and for the first time I noticed that it was beginning to grey at the edges. His grey-blue eyes looked haunted by everything he'd lived through and the knowledge of it colored his aura a dark menacing grey that reminded me of a thundercloud. He looked at my face again and rubbed his clean shaven chin.
“Have you been writing them down?” He asked, and I summoned the pieces of parchment from Mother’s room. He rolled his eyes and I shrugged before handing them to him.
“This looks like her writing. Why aren't you writing it down?” He accused, eyes quickly moving back and worth as he read.
“She didn't want me to know the details regarding the last few dreams. She said that they involved me and no one so young should know their destiny,” I quoted, watching his aura swirl through a vast array of dark shades. It was like watching a confused chameleon in a fruit basket.
“So you haven't read these?” He questioned, looking at me over the top of his glasses. I nodded and he held one of them out to me, “you should read this section.”
I hesitantly took the parchment and he nodded to it. I sat back and began to read:
Her life is so full of pain and heartache that it pains me deeply. This poor girl. She is so beautiful and kind, even though she will be scarred and hurt by so many. Her violet eyes reminded me of spring flowers and her dark hair looks just like her father's. Lucifer will be devastated when he learns what she is going to be put through. This poor little girl. I don’t want to tell him but I know I must.
I stopped reading and looked up at Cannon. He glanced up at me before he continued reading and I rubbed my temples in circular motions.
“That confirms my theory. You are having visions. It's not uncommon for the son of a Fate,” he explained away as if it were a common occurrence and I peered at him through my fingers, “You're a strong preternatural Beelzebub and you're only fifteen. I've no doubt that you will have more powers manifest themselves. You need to be watchful and report all of them to either Lucifer, Kalista, or myself…”
“Cannon, how is she doing?” I interrupted and he stopped reading. He looked up at me and sat back with a curious glint in his eyes.
“She's not herself lately. She's been too busy with the twins to feel anything about the passing of Danyelle,” he began to list off things and my eyebrows rose. He was avoiding the thing I wanted to know most about. He trailed off and sighed heavily, “Beelzebub, you've paid close attention to our relationship over the last two years. What have you seen?”
My mouth was suddenly parched. Should I tell him? Now I knew how Mother felt when she had to give bad news. I swallowed and stared into his dark eyes.
“Has she told you about her brother?” I inquired, knowing that his answer would determine mine.
“I assume, since you're avoiding his name, that you're talking about one of the black sheep of the fallen angels,” he asserted and I nodded, “That being the case, it's either Raphael or Uriel.”
“Yes, Uriel… What has she told you about him?” I furthered, hoping I wasn't the bearer of bad news. He straightened and set the stack of parchment down beside him.
“Beelzebub, what is this about? I know enough to know that he isn't someone you want to cross and you can't trust him,” he offered, obviously avoiding any details about the relationship between his wife and her brother.
“If the dream of this girl was a vision, like you say, than I've seen one of him abusing Kalista,” I explained in a quiet voice that was atypical for me. He blinked a few times and nodded.
“She said as much but not in so many words,” he cryptically offered and I sat back, combing my long curly hair from my eyes. Of course, she wouldn't tell him any of the graphic details. Cannon and Kalista were married but that didn't mean they shared things like this.
“I doubt she can talk about it at all,” I muttered under my breath and he stood.
“Enough of that, let's return to your lesson.”