Post by Eden Fletcher on Jun 30, 2011 22:41:11 GMT -5
(Information/ Eden's thoughts on her life)
Meager sunlight filtered in through the large bay windows into the front parlor. For England, it was a pretty day and Eden was bound and determined to enjoy it. Plans of how best to explore the outside with her best friend and fellow adventurer Max Kameren filtered through her young mind. The summer had been quite wet so far and thus they had to contain their exploration in doors and subsequently underground.
Unaware of the travesty that had occurred in the early morning in Hogsmeade Village, Eden danced down stairs. She had been blessed with a restful sleep, no visions of the future at all in her dreams. In fact she hadn't dreamed at all. She hadn't had this much peace in quite a while and she was happy to believe that nothing had happened. The little seer was sure she would have felt something if anything horrible had occurred, if not dreamt of it. Her powers had been rather quiet the last couple of weeks. Thus, nothing bad was happening that needed her attention.
It was quite a shock when she entered the front parlor to find a feeling of terrible sadness and doom lingering in the air. Her elderly grandparents were in their customary spots by the window. Her grandfather, leaning back in his leather chair the daily prophet spread across his lap. Her elegant grandmother clutched at the back of the chair as she looked over her husbands shoulder. They were both paler than normal, their attention riveted on the paper. Another odd thing was that Emery was also standing by their grandparents, looking at the paper. Usually, he would be on the opposite side of the room or gone at the earliest opportunity.
Eden abruptly stopped in the doorway, her bright smile instantly slid off her face. Something had happened and she hadn't seen it. Suddenly, a chilling sensation tickled Eden's spine and she felt a strange but familiar tug. Instead of the rich carpets of her grandparents manor house, she saw the cobble streets of hogsmeade. Darkness and smoke blocked out the dim sunlight. The acid smell of flames burned her nose. The cries of pain assaulted her ears. Images pounded her brain, whirling passed as she witnessed flashes of the attack on Hogsmeade. Except this time she was seeing things after the fact. Eden watched as people she knew, her new headmistress, the pub owner and the gypsy fought a masked lady. People she knew were injured people who lived and worked in the village were murdered. And she had done nothing.
As quickly as the visions appeared they were gone and she was trembling in the doorway. Safely away in Godricks Hallow. Her stomach rolled as she regained her awareness. Disgust and fear ate at her. Why didn't she know about this attack? She could have saved people, warned them. Yet she had seen nothing. What good were her abilities if they didn't work? Better not to be a seer at all, if she couldn't see the important stuff. Being a poor seer was dangerous for people expected her to help but if all she could do was see random things ever once in a while then it was no use being a seer.
Eden Fletcher scampered out of the room and into the vast library. Her family had once been a part of a powerful line of seers, thus it made sense that books on how to get rid of ones power should be among the shelves. Eden was convinced that she was a menace to society and should not be a seer any longer.
After hours of searching, Eden had found a promising book. The essential guide for a young seer. It had been tucked away on a bottom shelf nearly, hidden by history books. The leather was cracked, her nose wrinkled at the musty smell and dust floating from it as she opened it. Surprise widened Eden's eyes, when she read the cover page. The book had been pinned by one of her maternal great-great relations. Eden skimmed the table of contents until she found a promising section.
Binding
There comes a moment in a seer's life where their power must be bound. This is typically done to prevent insanity or illness. Do not attempt this lightly.
Eden stopped reading, giddy with excitement. She could get rid of most of her powers. Well, depending on her level of power. It usually only got rid of ones gift entirely if they weren't a strong seer. In that case it was usually beneficial because having a weak ability could be detrimental to one's mental health, according to the book.
Dreams of being normal danced in Eden's minds. She'd no longer be taunted by her dorm mates, or wake anyone up in the middle of the night. Maybe she could do real magic! Excited, Eden left the library for a private place. She had work to do. Never again would her lack of powers hurt anyone else. When she was no longer a seer she didn't have to given anyone hope. She was useless anyways...
(don't worry, Eden's not going to lose her powers, but trick herself into thinking she did thus she won't know that Max is going to be kidnapped because she ignored her powers/binded them.)
Meager sunlight filtered in through the large bay windows into the front parlor. For England, it was a pretty day and Eden was bound and determined to enjoy it. Plans of how best to explore the outside with her best friend and fellow adventurer Max Kameren filtered through her young mind. The summer had been quite wet so far and thus they had to contain their exploration in doors and subsequently underground.
Unaware of the travesty that had occurred in the early morning in Hogsmeade Village, Eden danced down stairs. She had been blessed with a restful sleep, no visions of the future at all in her dreams. In fact she hadn't dreamed at all. She hadn't had this much peace in quite a while and she was happy to believe that nothing had happened. The little seer was sure she would have felt something if anything horrible had occurred, if not dreamt of it. Her powers had been rather quiet the last couple of weeks. Thus, nothing bad was happening that needed her attention.
It was quite a shock when she entered the front parlor to find a feeling of terrible sadness and doom lingering in the air. Her elderly grandparents were in their customary spots by the window. Her grandfather, leaning back in his leather chair the daily prophet spread across his lap. Her elegant grandmother clutched at the back of the chair as she looked over her husbands shoulder. They were both paler than normal, their attention riveted on the paper. Another odd thing was that Emery was also standing by their grandparents, looking at the paper. Usually, he would be on the opposite side of the room or gone at the earliest opportunity.
Eden abruptly stopped in the doorway, her bright smile instantly slid off her face. Something had happened and she hadn't seen it. Suddenly, a chilling sensation tickled Eden's spine and she felt a strange but familiar tug. Instead of the rich carpets of her grandparents manor house, she saw the cobble streets of hogsmeade. Darkness and smoke blocked out the dim sunlight. The acid smell of flames burned her nose. The cries of pain assaulted her ears. Images pounded her brain, whirling passed as she witnessed flashes of the attack on Hogsmeade. Except this time she was seeing things after the fact. Eden watched as people she knew, her new headmistress, the pub owner and the gypsy fought a masked lady. People she knew were injured people who lived and worked in the village were murdered. And she had done nothing.
As quickly as the visions appeared they were gone and she was trembling in the doorway. Safely away in Godricks Hallow. Her stomach rolled as she regained her awareness. Disgust and fear ate at her. Why didn't she know about this attack? She could have saved people, warned them. Yet she had seen nothing. What good were her abilities if they didn't work? Better not to be a seer at all, if she couldn't see the important stuff. Being a poor seer was dangerous for people expected her to help but if all she could do was see random things ever once in a while then it was no use being a seer.
Eden Fletcher scampered out of the room and into the vast library. Her family had once been a part of a powerful line of seers, thus it made sense that books on how to get rid of ones power should be among the shelves. Eden was convinced that she was a menace to society and should not be a seer any longer.
After hours of searching, Eden had found a promising book. The essential guide for a young seer. It had been tucked away on a bottom shelf nearly, hidden by history books. The leather was cracked, her nose wrinkled at the musty smell and dust floating from it as she opened it. Surprise widened Eden's eyes, when she read the cover page. The book had been pinned by one of her maternal great-great relations. Eden skimmed the table of contents until she found a promising section.
Binding
There comes a moment in a seer's life where their power must be bound. This is typically done to prevent insanity or illness. Do not attempt this lightly.
Eden stopped reading, giddy with excitement. She could get rid of most of her powers. Well, depending on her level of power. It usually only got rid of ones gift entirely if they weren't a strong seer. In that case it was usually beneficial because having a weak ability could be detrimental to one's mental health, according to the book.
Dreams of being normal danced in Eden's minds. She'd no longer be taunted by her dorm mates, or wake anyone up in the middle of the night. Maybe she could do real magic! Excited, Eden left the library for a private place. She had work to do. Never again would her lack of powers hurt anyone else. When she was no longer a seer she didn't have to given anyone hope. She was useless anyways...
(don't worry, Eden's not going to lose her powers, but trick herself into thinking she did thus she won't know that Max is going to be kidnapped because she ignored her powers/binded them.)