Elisa's POV:
I lay on the ground, staring up at the blue sky above me. It was a serene moment, and for a second, I forgot where I was.
But then I realized that I wasn't on the ground at all. In fact, I was falling.
It seemed like I was plummeting down from a cliff, and my heart raced with fear.
Instinctively, I reached out my hand to try and grab onto something, anything, but all I could feel was the rush of wind passing through my fingers.
That's when I noticed that my hand was small and delicate.
Confusion washed over me as I struggled to make sense of what was happening.
It was then that I realized that I wasn't the one falling.
Instead, I was experiencing the perspective of a young child who was tumbling through the air.
As I continued to descend, I turned my gaze downwards and saw the vast expanse of the sea rapidly approaching.
The wind roared past my ears, drowning out all other sounds.
Then, the child's hair, the same vibrant shade of red as my son Leon's, whipped across his face, momentarily obscuring my vision.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.
This wasn't just any child. It was Leon.
My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. What was happening? Was this some sort of nightmare?
Before I could process my thoughts any further, the child hit the water with a deafening splash.
And then, everything went black.
***
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented, my throat raw and scratchy. As I tried to gather my bearings, I heard a loud, piercing scream that sent chills down my spine. The sound was coming from somewhere nearby, and it sounded urgent, desperate.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and I saw Leonelle rushing in, his face contorted with worry and panic.
"Elisa! What happened?!" he exclaimed, quickly followed by our two little children, who seemed to be just as concerned.
"What's wrong, Mother?" my son asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Mama! What's wrong?" my daughter asked, her big eyes staring up at me, full of worry and confusion.
At first, I didn't understand the reason for the commotion, but then I realized that the reason for my sore throat was because of my own screams.
Leonelle looked at me with shock and disbelief, "Elisa, your eyes..." he said, his voice trailing off.
As my husband stared at me in disbelief, his gaze focused on my eyes, I reached for my face instinctively, trying to make sense of what was happening. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw that my eyes were glowing, but the glow was starting to dissipate.
My heart skipped a beat, and my mind raced with fear and disbelief. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't let it happen.
"No... no... No! No! That can't happen! I can't let that happen!" I muttered, shaking my head vigorously as if trying to shake off the nightmare that had taken hold of me.
Leon and Tessia were the light of my life, and the thought of anything happening to them was unbearable. The nightmare I had just experienced had been too much for me to handle. I couldn't imagine my life without them.
I looked at Leon, who was looking at me with a mix of confusion and concern. I immediately went and grabbed him into my embrace, hugging him tightly, as though I was preventing him from going away.
"Don't go. Please, Leon. Don't go away." I said, my tears couldn't help but come out. I clung to him tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear if I let go.
"...Mother, is...everything alright?" he asked, confused as to why I hugged him so tightly.
I looked at Tessia who had the same confused look as Leon.
"Mama, are you okay?" she asked.
I pulled her into my embrace as well, holding both of them tightly as if to protect them from any harm that might come their way. They both looked at me with a mix of confusion and concern, not understanding what was happening.
"It's okay, my loves. I just had a bad dream, that's all," I said, trying to reassure them.
But deep down, I knew it was more than just a bad dream. It was a premonition, a warning that something terrible was about to happen.
"I won't let that happen. I promise I will save you, Leon," I muttered in between sobs, and it seemed that my inconsolable sobbing hid my muttering, as Leon and Tessia just looked at me with an uncomprehending expression.
Leonelle, my husband, who had been watching us from the doorway, put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I won't let anything happen to all of you," he said, his voice filled with determination.
***
After what felt like an eternity—though I knew it was only a matter of minutes—, I finally released my embrace on both of my children. I watched as they sat at the table in the middle of the hospital room, enjoying their breakfast. However, my mind was preoccupied with the troubling vision that I had just experienced.
Leonelle noticed the concern on my face and asked, "So... what did you see?"
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. I didn't want to keep him in the dark, but at the same time, I wasn't sure if telling him what I saw would make me feel any better. Nonetheless, I knew that I had to tell him. For our sake, and for our children's.
"He... fell," I said, my voice shaking with fear. "On that cliff..."
As the words left my lips, I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. I didn't need to explain any further to Leonelle because she knew precisely which cliff I was referring to. It was a picturesque location, with a breathtaking view of the vast ocean. But now, that same cliff had become the source of my worst nightmares
"I saw him falling down towards the water, and then there was a loud splash as he hit it. That's all the vision showed me, but it was enough to make me realize that Leon's life is in danger," I said, struggling to keep my emotions in check. I didn't want our children, who were currently eating breakfast, to overhear our conversation.
Leonelle didn't say anything for a moment. He just sat there, staring down at his lap. I could see the pain and fear in his eyes, and I knew that he was struggling to come to terms with what I had just told him.
"Elisa," he finally spoke, his voice barely audible, almost as if he didn't want to hear the answer. "Are you certain that it was a vision? It wasn't just a nightmare, was it?"
"No," I replied firmly, my heart sinking as I relived the horror of the vision. "I don't think it was a nightmare. But I wish it had been."
Leonelle took a deep breath and asked, "If that's the case, then what should we do to prevent that vision from coming true?"
I looked down, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. "I don't know," I admitted. "I just...I don't know."
As we sat there, trying to come to terms with the possibility of losing our son, my mind was filled with fear and anxiety. But even in the midst of this turmoil, I knew that we couldn't give up hope. We had to find a way to prevent this vision from coming true, no matter what it took.
It was then that Leonelle silently took hold of one of my hands and squeezed it, as if trying to reassure me. His touch worked a little, and the anxiety that was eroding my heart stopped eroding it entirely.
We sat there in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The sound of our children's voices filled the room, providing a small sense of comfort and normalcy amidst the chaos of our lives.
Then, I remembered something...
"Leonelle, when Leon fell, he was trying to call out to someone," I said, meeting his gaze.
"Do you remember who?"
I shut my eyes tightly, attempting to recollect the details. As the vision was only a dream, it now felt distant, as if it were just a memory. Despite this, I could still recall the sensation of Leon's lips moving as he fell. I knew that he was shouting something, and I strained my mind to recall what it could be.
Try to remember, Elisa. This could be crucial in preventing the vision from coming true. Concentrate, Elisa, focus! What was the name that Leon mentioned?
And then, it finally hit me.
"I think...his name was...Shion?"
Leonelle's eyes widened in recognition. "Shion? That name sounds familiar. But where have I heard it before?"