The Vision by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online

would ever wear a tutu. “But how could changing what I wanted to be, change my life that much.”

    “Haven’t you ever heard of the butterfly effect?” he asked.
    “Vaguely,” I replied.
    “Well, it’s like that,” Nicholas explained. “Change one small thing in your life and it can greatly affect the rest of it.” He paused, mulling something over. “I’m not sure what your father erased and recreated in order to get the world to end, but in order for us to stop it, without doing more damage, the best thing to do is to erase him before he changes it.”
    “What?” I gaped at him. “Erase my dad?”
    “Not in the sense of erasing your actual father.” Nicholas said. “We would go into the mapping ball, find the memory of your father where he changed the vision, and erase him before he does it…like you did with yourself on the beach.” I was kind of getting it now. “Okay, so we go into the mapping ball, filled with all of my dad’s memories of his life, find the one where he changed the world’s future, and I place a hand on him and erase him before he does?” Nicholas nodded. “Pretty much, yes.”
    “And how are we supposed to find the memory? I mean it could take forever.”
    Nicholas smiled, tapping the side of his head. “The answers are in here.”
    I frowned. “In your head?”
    He winked at me. “In yours.”
    My dad had also said this, but what did it mean? “Can you please explain what that means?”
    “I will when we get in there,” he said simply.
    I sighed, hoping he wasn’t toying with me. “And what if the vision my father changed is still bad?” I asked, casting a glance at Alex. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly thought of the vision I kept having, where he and I are at the lake and the light smothers us.
    “It doesn’t matter. It’s how things were—or, are supposed to be.” Nicholas traced the Foreseer’s mark circling his wrist. “Despite how powerful some of us get, Foreseers are only supposed to see visions, not change them or control them to our liking.”
    At that moment, Nicholas actual seemed like a good person who cared about the world. It was weird seeing him like that, all serious and somewhat normal.
    My father, on the other hand, seemed like the opposite.
    He had changed a vision so the world would end in the most horrible way. Everything would freeze over and all the witches, fey, vampires, and Death Walkers connected to Malefiscus would run the streets killing everyone.
    “So how do we get inside the mapping ball?” I asked.
    The sooner we put everything back together, the sooner we could all have a normal life…at least I hope that’s what waited for us in the future.
    “That’s the tricky part,” he said.
    I rubbed my forehead, which was throbbing from the stress. “You’ve already said that like twice.”
    “Well, this one’s tricky as well.” He spun the mapping ball around in his hand. “This thing uses a lot of power.” I pointed at myself. “Like the power of a unique Foreseer.”
    He shook his head. “More power than even you have. We need the power of the main crystal ball that all the other crystal balls run off.”
    My mouth slipped to a frown as I remembered the giant crystal ball that sucked its energy away from people. I peeked over at Alex and shuttered at the mental image of him strapped to the crystal with tubes embedded into his skin.
    “So, we what? Just take the mapping ball there and use the crystal ball ’s power?” I asked.
    Nicholas looked down at his hand. “We bring it back,” he said, opening and closing his hand.
    “Bring it back?” I glanced at Nicholas’ hand. What was he doing? “And how do we do that?”
    “You think I’m actually going to let you go off to the City of Crystal alone with her,” Alex interrupted.
    “Well, you could always let me go by myself and hope I’ll come back,” Nicholas remarked, trying to get under Alex’s skin.
    “Alex,” I said. “You’ve got to stop. Let