A deep breath passes by my lips and I get up from the couch without a word. Remi and Gabe both follow me with their eyes as I sit next to Evie. I’ve never tried to see into a future while someone was asleep, but I don’t see why it would be any different.
Evie’s hand rests on the hardwood floor next to my leg. I watch her for a minute, taking in her innocence. She deserves a better life than the one she has. I think we all do. But no child should ever have to endure the pain and suffering that Evie has already seen. I don’t want to see her future because knowing how much more pain she will see in her lifetime is a burden I will have to carry.
I take another deep breath and reach my hand to hers. When Our fingers touch, I see a bright light.
I try to go beyond the here and now. I look five years from now…ten… When she is twenty years old, it seems that a greyskin herd attacks her village, decimating it. She and others are forced to leave. They seek a place called Screven. I move forward a year or two, trying to remember when she was eating with Jeremiah and Mark.
I travel through her future like wind passes by a tree. Scenes move in front of me like a movie running in fast motion. When I want to move ahead a year, the scene fades and is replaced by another. I do this for what feels like hours. When I get to the point where she is sitting at a table with Jeremiah and Mark, I know. Evie is Evelyn.
The shooting. She is shot in the back. She runs through the woods. Eventually she finds help, however. Someone nurses her back to health. That means she won’t be killed!
I move ahead and find her talking with a man—a friend. She talks of her pledge to do whatever it takes to kill Jeremiah. Another twenty years pass. Jeremiah should be an old man by now, but when he stands in front of Evelyn again, this time in a dark room, he doesn’t look much older. He is dressed from head-to-toe, clothes completely covering almost all of his body. Only his face seems to show.
Evelyn is restrained. She is with another man in the room.
Jeremiah points a gun at her head. I can’t help but wonder if this is supposed to be Evelyn’s last moment.
“This has been a long time coming,” Jeremiah says to Evelyn. “I thought you might have lived a long life in a village somewhere, hopefully forgetting about your lover, and actually moving on with your life. Instead you brooded for the past twenty years and now you’re facing the other end of a gun.”
She closes her eyes tightly, waiting for the bullet to come. “Wait!” she says. She looks at the other man in the room and then back at Jeremiah. “You took Mark away from me. He was the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. At least let me kiss Jeffrey for the last time.”
“Him?” He looks at Jeffrey.
Evelyn nods. “You owe me that at least.”
Jeremiah walks over to Jeffrey and grabs him by the back of the collar, forcing him in front of Evelyn.
Jeffrey and Evelyn stare into each others eyes. Tears fall, but they don’t seem hopeless. Jeremiah points the gun at them, motioning them to move closer together.
“You see, this is poetic,” Jeremiah says. “In a way, I am merciful. I once took away your love, but I didn’t take love away from you.”
“You may live a long life,” Evelyn says, “but you can still be killed.”
“I don’t anticipate that anytime soon,” Jeremiah answers.
Evelyn leans forward and sets her head against Jeffrey’s, staring into Jeremiah’s eyes all the while. “When you die,” she says, “I hope I’m there. I hope I get to see it.”
Then, she vanishes.
She appears in a place far from where she was, lying on the ground next to Jeffrey. At first, I don’t understand what I see. It seems that either Jeffrey or Evelyn is a Starborn with the ability to teleport to a different place. She had just managed to slip from Jeremiah’s grip once again.
I keep moving ahead. More years go by. Jeremiah would have to be a hundred by now…surely he would be dead.
I go as far as I can. It’s bold, but I want to see how old Evelyn will be when she dies. I want to go to her last moment.
It isn’t pretty. There is a fight on a rooftop. There are people I don’t recognize. Two guys not too much older than me, a girl, and a woman who looks injured. She’s dying. Then, there is a bloodied body on the ground. It’s a man. He’s still alive and breathing, but he doesn’t have long. When I look closer, it seems like Jeremiah. But that couldn’t be. He looks too young. It has been too many years.
The injured woman is clearly Evelyn. She looks to be about sixty or so. The girl sitting next to her is bloody and beaten. She looks at Evelyn with pity, probably knowing that she will die.
“This has been your fight from the beginning. You should kill him.”
Evelyn shakes her head. “You will carry on after me. This is your first task as leader of the Starborns.”
The girl walks away for a moment, but I don’t focus on her. I don’t hear the words she says to Jeremiah. All I can do is watch Evelyn. Her eyes never go to the man on the ground. She only stares up at the girl with tears in her eyes. A shot goes off, and the girl comes back to her. The two of them talk for a brief moment.
Evelyn seems so happy that the girl is alive. I can’t even hear what they say until Evelyn’s final words. “You’ve got to lead the Starborns. That’s why I think you came to us. I think you were meant to move us forward. The Starborns are meant to rid the world of the greyskins and help usher in a new world. You’ve started with Jeremiah.”
“I won’t know what to do without you.”
“You will,” Evelyn says.
Evelyn closes her eyes, and I see a bright light.
When I open my eyes, I see a little girl in front of me, not the woman that will lead a revolution. I stare at her with tears in my eyes. Her life is filled with pain, but it is because of that pain that she is driven to go after Jeremiah. If this future is any indication of what is to come, then that means we will fail at killing Jeremiah, and he will become the new Shadowface.
“What did you see?” Remi asks me, breaking into my thoughts.
I shake my head. “I saw everything.” I start at the beginning. Remi and Gabe listen to me with their mouths gaping open.
“This is why I hate looking into the future,” I say. “The burden this makes me carry is almost unbearable.”
“Why do you say that?” Remi asks.
“Because tomorrow, when we storm the Anchorage, I’ve got to make sure I change the future. If I can kill Jeremiah, Evie won’t have to fight him. She will have a different life.”
“But what if that’s her purpose?” Gabe asks. “Should you steal that away from her?”
I think about what he says for a minute, but finally shake my head. “I don’t think so. Evie will say it herself. It’s up to the Starborns to usher in a new world. If I can do that for Evelyn, then why wouldn’t I? If I fail, everything will be up to her. If I succeed, she won’t have to die that way.” I sigh and look down at her as she breathes silently. “Evie will lead an uprising against Jeremiah. It’s my job to make sure she doesn’t have to.”
Chapter 19 - Remi
I didn’t sleep well last night. How could I have? Knowing what the future holds is a lot harder than not knowing. Though, I don’t really know what the future holds because my sister and I intend to change it. How, I have no idea. I know she plans to kill Jeremiah sometime after leading him to Olivia, but the thought makes me nervous. Once she leads Jeremiah to Olivia, he will no longer need Waverly alive. Once he kills Olivia, he could kill Waverly as well. I can’t help but wonder if trying to change the future is, in fact, setting it in motion. It’s an impossible paradox to contemplate, and my head hurts because of it. I came to the conclusion last night that the best way to change the future would be to find Jeremiah where he slept and shoot him in the brain. But then, how would we know that Olivia wouldn’t be a more terrible leader? Even after much thought, I still don’t know. If we kill Jeremiah, and are unable to kill Olivia, there will
be one future. If we kill Olivia and are unable to kill Jeremiah, there will be a different future. And if we manage to kill both of them…well…
I feel like we are messing with stuff that is much bigger than us. It is far too big to take on by ourselves, but what other option do we have? What else can we do but what we know to do? We see evil—we try to stop evil. And I think we’re doing what the future Evelyn would want us to do.
I laugh at myself silently as I stare at her sleeping on the floor in the living room. I already look up to her for what she is supposed to do. I admire her courage. I hope in the days to come, I can be as courageous. I hope I can be that way tonight—that no matter what happens, I will have the ability to do what is necessary whether I live or die.
By the time everyone is awake, we gather in the middle of the street in Orick. Evie is in my arms, and Jeremiah stands in the back of a truck addressing the crowd that has gathered. Though my Starborn ability allows me to hear even the smallest sounds, I can’t bring myself to listen to Jeremiah’s lies. He touts revolution, though these people have never felt the need for it. He preaches revolt, but these people already live in peace. He continues to talk and talk, gathering more and more followers to his cause, and his words fall on my deaf ears. Once I might have gotten caught up in his rhetoric. Once I might have believed him myself. I wonder how many will die because they think Jeremiah is the savior of the people. I clutch tightly to Evie.
She doesn’t deserve to die. Not by Jeremiah’s hands. Not that way. Not that way.
My ears pick up the last bit of his message. “The more people that join with us tonight,” he says, “the better chance we have at ending this threat. I wouldn’t ask you to fight if it wasn’t your fight. And it might not feel like it today, but it will tomorrow. Stick with me, and I will make you free forever. You will never feel oppression.”
This garners a few whoops and hollers, but there are plenty of people that find it incredibly senseless to fight alongside Jeremiah when there has been no threat to them yet.
Everyone who plans to go spends the rest of the morning preparing for the battle that will take place tonight. It’s mostly silent throughout the village until a vehicle comes up carrying Jeremiah’s scouts, Scott and Derek, whom he had sent to assess Shadowface’s defenses.
From the window inside the house, I can see them come in. Jeremiah takes the two of them aside and talks to them in private, unaware that I can hear every word. Derek walks slowly and with a limp toward the other two and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about my interrogation of him.
“What did you find out?” Jeremiah asks.
“I almost broke radio silence over this one,” Scott says.
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” Jeremiah snaps. “Olivia could be listening.”
“I don’t think it would matter, sir,” Derek breaks in. “They’re fighting a battle already.”
“What do you mean?”
“Greyskins, sir. A thousand of them. Maybe more, we couldn’t get really close.” Derek clears his throat. “Sir, I think it was the same group of greyskins that the villagers said passed through here last night. Only they are aggressive now.”
Jeremiah is silent for a long time, probably thinking to himself. “I don’t understand why they didn’t attack Orick. They are not behaving the way greyskins normally do, and it makes me wonder what is going on.”
“It doesn’t make sense to me, sir.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Jeremiah says, seemingly to himself. I can see him from this distance, scratching at his chin, deep in thought. “It would seem to me that Olivia has another enemy attacking her already.”
“Who, sir?”
Jeremiah shakes his head. “One that I don’t wish to get close to. A very powerful enemy.”
“Who, sir?” Derek presses.
Jeremiah lets out a deep breath. “I could be wrong, but it could be my son, Mitch. It would explain why the greyskins didn’t attack Orick.”
“You mean he’s controlling their minds?”
“It would seem that way. His power has grown.”
“What should we do?” Scott asks.
“Continue with our plan,” Jeremiah says. “We should be mindful of where Mitch might be. He may not even be near the greyskins. Starborn powers have a tendency to grow with use. He could be controlling the greyskins from a good distance away. If that’s the case, then we could use them to our advantage. As far as we are concerned, they are simply more soldiers serving our cause.”
“Except that they will turn on us at any second to bite us,” Derek says.
“We just have to be prepared,” Jeremiah says.
“Should we tell the rest?” Scott asks.
Jeremiah stands there, looking at the ground for a minute. “No,” he finally says. “I don’t want their minds on something unimportant. We just need to keep them focused on breaking through that wall. Make sure that when we set out in the caravan, the vehicles carrying the RPG’s are in front.”
“Yes, sir.”
Neither Derek nor Scott seem to like this answer, but they accept it without further discussion. I watch Jeremiah for another minute. He stands alone as Scott walks away and Derek hobbles. I wish it wasn’t just sound that I could pick up. I wish I could read Jeremiah’s thoughts. Of course he looks at this as an advantage and of course he’s not going to tell his soldiers that there are greyskins already attacking Anchorage. Why would he run the risk of demoralizing his men when he didn’t have to? If they had come with him that far, they would be less likely to turn back once they got there.
I wonder how this new revelation will change the plan. Will it make it harder or easier to kill Jeremiah and Olivia? What’s my role in all of this? I know I’ve got to give Evie away to Jenna before we leave. I’m guessing that will be tonight at sunset. But first, I’ve got to persuade Jenna to take her.
I leave Evie with Gabe and make my way out into the street. I find Mike and Jenna sitting on one of the sidewalks with a plate of cold food in front of them. They huddle together with blankets, trying to keep warm in the sun, though even it can’t seem to overpower the chilled air.
Mike glowers at me, but Jenna’s face seems more tame. I don’t really know what to say, so I just sit in front of them in the middle of the street, bringing my coat tight around me.
“What do you want?” Mike snaps.
“Did you rest well last night?” I ask.
“What’s it to you?” he says.
Jenna places a hand on Mike’s arm. “Take it easy.”
“You take it easy!” Mike says. He tosses his plate to the ground and it cracks into pieces, a loud crashing echoing through the streets. He gets up from the sidewalk and begins walking away.
I’m actually glad that he’s leaving. Talking to Jenna alone will be much easier than trying to talk to both of them.
“I was hoping you and I could have a word,” I say.
“Is it about your little girl?” she asks. “Evie?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Mike would never have it,” Jenna says. “He’s more focused on getting us out alive.”
“You shouldn’t worry about that,” I tell her. “You aren’t prisoners here in the sense that you’ve done anything wrong. Jeremiah just wants to see something through, and once it’s done, he will let you go.”
“Well, we don’t want to take part in any fight,” she says.
“And I will talk with him,” I tell her. “I don’t want you to be here any more than you want to be. This isn’t your fight.”
Jenna watches me, nodding as I talk. She seems more receptive to conversation now that Mike isn’t around.
“He’s not going to let me take your little girl,” she says.
“Let me make a deal with you,” I say. “If I can make sure you get out of here safely with a vehicle and plenty of gas, would you take her? Otherwise, Jeremiah will probably force you to go to Anchorage.”
Jenna looks away from me and tow
ard Mike. He’s arguing with some guard about something—probably about being let go. “I think he would go for that,” she says, looking back at me. “Why do you want to get rid of her so badly?”
“That’s just it,” I say. “I don’t necessarily. But she can have a bright future somewhere else.” Part of me wants to tell her about my sister’s ability to see the future and that Evie will one day help in taking down Jeremiah, but it would be too much to explain. Jenna will probably never know how important it is for her to take Evie away.
I just wish it was possible for me to take her and raise her myself. I never really thought about having kids, but this is different. Evie needs someone that cares about her and loves her. Gabe is already so good with her, and it would seem that we are an item now, I guess. So, we’d just make a perfect little family. Life wouldn’t be easy, but whose life would be? Of course, it would be hard to raise Evie knowing how she was going to die. I would constantly feel the need to do something about it, sort of like how I feel now—like the fact that we are going to try and kill Jeremiah and Olivia, despite the future Waverly has seen.
“I just wish Mike would have never taken the route through Elkhorn,” Jenna says. “I knew something bad was going to happen.”
“But nothing bad has happened to you,” I tell her. “You’re being held against your will, sure, but you’ve been fed and given a safe place to sleep. And now, I’m going to make sure you’re released. Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”
Jenna sighs and nods. “I guess you’re right.”
“Besides,” I say, “I think you were meant to wind up in Elkhorn.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because if you’re going to take Evie, then that means she will be safe. My future is uncertain. I could be dead by the end of the day, and she will have no one.”
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