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another realm does not make us intrinsically evil or
condemned."
    "Then why do they say it in the
foreseeance?"
    "The seers are merely human, their
visions tainted by subjectivity. It is in their nature to condemn
that which they do not understand."
    Elyssa gripped my other hand and
grinned. "Besides, they don't want nerds in Hell."
    I tried to push down the dread
consuming my chest in a hot blaze. Maybe I really was doomed to a
pit of fire all thanks to my dad's side of the family. "Yeah,
you're probably right." I offered up a fake chuckle so Elyssa
wouldn't think me a wimp. "Anything else?"
    Kassallandra resumed her
recitation. " One comes in the name of Moses
to sweep the land of the gifted and unmake that which was freely
given to man ." She ran her finger down to
the next one. " The cleansing flood will
wash away the infestation ."
    "Moses? A flood? This sounds
like someone was reading straight out of the Bible." I looked on
the list and found the number corresponding to the last
sentence. Incomplete recollection was scrawled next to the name.
    "The rest of these all say something
very similar," Kassallandra said. "Except the last two."
    I stared at the writing. "What, do they
say it's gonna rain frogs?"
    She held out the page so we could both
see it and read. I couldn't help but notice the author of these
particular snippets was someone by the name of Beulah T. Atkinson
and wondered how parents could curse their child with such a
name.
    Kassallandra raised a red
eyebrow at the name and read the passage. " In the year of plague comes the Unmaking or the Remaking. The
half-damned will make a choice. Each will ally with a harbinger.
Should the light prevail, all will be cast in shadow. But should
one light the flame in the dark, the shadow may not rise. With
either choice comes the end. " Kassallandra
opened her mouth to read further but froze, her eyes wide and
alabaster skin growing paler.
    "What?" I asked, looking back at the
sheet.
    Kassallandra swallowed with
some difficulty. "The last sentence reads, 'I fear my vision shows a great smoky shadow engulfing the
Earth as all light is drained. We have no hope of
salvation.' "
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    My own heart solidified into a lump of
lead at the words on the page. "The seer said she sees the light
drained from Earth? We're screwed no matter what?"
    "I am as in the dark as you,"
Kassallandra said, apparently unaware of her own grim pun. "Though
foreseeances are usually anything but clear."
    "I think I see how the pieces fit
together," Elyssa said, rising and taking a few steps, her brow
pinched. "The first part is about the alliance splintering into
factions. The alliance must be the Overworld Conclave. It's pretty
obvious this part is happening with the Templars and Daemos at each
other's throats, and now the vampires and Arcanes."
    "When did Thunder Rock happen exactly?"
I asked, trying to form a mental timeline.
    Elyssa braced her chin on her fist.
"You and I were about three. So, about fifteen years
ago."
    "The foreseeance known as forty-three
eleven came to light nineteen years ago," Kassallandra
said.
    I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know
that?"
    "I assumed the dates next to the
sentences were when the seers had their visions."
    I glanced at the page. "And they're all
around the same time?"
    She nodded. "Give or take a few days or
weeks. Some seers are more sensitive than others."
    A big fat shiny light bulb powered on
in my head. "I got it!" I shouted.
    Elyssa jumped back a foot, hand over
her heart. "Justin, will you please warn me next time you're going
to do that?"
    "I connected the dots!" I could totally
do the pictures on the bulletin board thing.
    Kassallandra raised both
eyebrows.
    Elyssa folded her arms. "This ought to
be good."
    "Thunder Rock was all about casting the
Templars and Daemos against each other. My parents' marriage killed
off relations between the Daemos and the Arcanes. Maximus's
rebellion splintered the vampires, and whoever