Free Arranged by Jessica Spears

had a strong heart. Her ability to love was great. The seer tilted her head slightly to the side, "A coodaa ssay."
    Qwinn cleared his throat, "She says not to fear," he translated.
    "Beesssah taay vaanusssh," she said, holding her palms up for Alison to see.
    "She will not hurt you when she touches you."
    "Wh-why is she going to touch me?" Alison asked, her voice quivering.
    "She is going to read your thoughts," he explained gruffly. Her big green eyes widened in fear as they looked to him. She looked so vulnerable. Sucking in a deep breath, he clasped his hands behind his back to make sure he didn't pull Morinell away from her.
    "Queee melllo breesh a sssutaay.," she said softly, lifting her hands to either side of Alison's face.
    "Wait!" she gasped.
    "She says to remain still," Qwinn spoke up.
    Alison did just the opposite. She raised her hands in offense. "Don't touch me!"
    Morinell dodged her hands and grabbed her head. As soon as contact was made, Alison froze, as if paralyzed. Her eyes were wide and staring vacantly ahead.
    Morinell closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to enter the girls. Alison's thoughts and memories to flooded her. Whispers bombarded her, but she had a lot of practice. She sorted through them until she got a hold of one. It was a memory of the girl as a child running through a strange house. Morinell focused on other whispers, grabbing another; Alison curled in her bed, sobbing. Her pillow was soaked with tears; however, it looked as if she was still grieving as heavily as when she had begun.
    Morinell released the memory, grabbing a hold of another. Alison was ridding into town, two men in the carriage with her. One was sitting much too close. From the look of boredom and agitation on her face, it was obvious that she didn't want to be there. Morinell knew she was getting close to the memory she wanted. The girl looked to be about the same age as she was now.
    Carefully the old woman sifted through Alison's memories, catching enough glimpses to make sure she didn't miss what she was looking for. She grabbed another one; night had fallen. Alison crept through the halls of a house, a pack on her back. She made her way carefully down the stairs.
    Morinell grabbed another. Alison held a knife to a man's throat. Morinell's eyebrows rose as she watched.
    Qwinn felt his heart sink in fear as he watched Morinell's face. The tension in the room was thick as they waited to hear the seer's observation.
    Alison sliced a string and pulled a key off it. Immediately, she turned to get away, tripping. The old woman's face relaxed. The girl had not been about to kill the man. Alison left the room and safely left the house as soon as she could.
    Morinell grabbed another. Now the girl was being chased. The old woman recognized Lavtis as he closed in on her. She didn't understand why the warriors didn't just capture her. It seemed almost as if they were playing games. He touched her shoulder, hissing in her ear. Morinell could see the look of horror on the girls face and pitied her. If Lavtis were alive, he would be severely beaten for this.
    The old woman watched as the other soldier disappeared into the trees only to reappear in front of the girl. She dodged and ran. Morinell was surprised of the girl's endurance. She was keeping a good pace for a human against the Vidarian.
    Suddenly the scene picked up a heavy sense of fear. The girl tried desperately to stop her speed, but slipped on the leaves and slid into a clearing. The seer's eyebrows rose again as the girl slid into a ravine, followed closely by Lavtis who had also slipped. Her scream echoed through the corners of the old woman's mind as her hand closed around a root, halting her. Lavtis was not so lucky. He spotted the ravine too late and grasped wildly for a hold. His fingers grazed the girl's ankle.
    She screamed and shook him off in fear. His hold was unstable and his fingers easily dislodged. His body fell down the ravine, smashing against the rocks,