That night, Garnetta lay in bed, her mind turning over the events of the day. The rain had continued its steady drumming against the roof, a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. The interactions with the Cullens had left her with more questions than answers, but she felt an undeniable pull toward them, as if their lives were somehow intertwined with hers.
As she closed her eyes, intending to slip into a meditative state that vampires often used instead of sleep, a sudden wave of energy washed over her. It was unlike anything she had felt before—a powerful, insistent force that gripped her mind and refused to let go.
Without warning, Garnetta was plunged into a vision, vivid and startlingly real.
She found herself standing in a vast, snow-covered landscape. The air was crisp and cold, the sky a deep, endless blue. The ground beneath her feet was blanketed in pristine white snow, untouched by any footprints. The world was silent, save for the distant howl of wind across the open plains.
In the distance, a figure appeared, moving gracefully across the snow. Garnetta watched, unable to move, as the figure drew closer. It was a woman, about 5'5" tall, with long, curly strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her eyes were a piercing shade of honey, similar to Garnetta's own, and her beauty was breathtaking, almost otherworldly.
The woman stopped a few feet away from Garnetta, her expression serene but filled with a deep, ancient sadness. There was something familiar about her, though Garnetta was certain she had never met this woman before. Yet, in this strange vision, it was as if they were connected in some way that she couldn't quite understand.
"Tanya…" The name slipped from Garnetta's lips before she even realized she had spoken it.
The woman—Tanya—tilted her head slightly, as if acknowledging the name. Her gaze was intense, filled with an emotion that Garnetta couldn't fully grasp. But before she could speak, before she could ask who this woman was and why she had appeared, the vision began to shift.
The snowy landscape blurred, the colors bleeding together until all Garnetta could see was a swirling vortex of white and gold. The sensation was disorienting, and she felt as though she were being pulled into a deep, endless abyss.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the vision ended.
Garnetta jolted upright in bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The room around her was dark and quiet, the only sound the faint patter of rain against the window. She placed a hand over her heart, feeling the steady rhythm beneath her palm, as if to reassure herself that she was still here, still grounded in reality.
But the vision lingered, the image of Tanya's face burned into her mind. Garnetta knew with absolute certainty that this was no ordinary dream—it was a vision, a message from something greater than herself. But what did it mean? Why had she seen this woman, this Tanya, who seemed so familiar yet so distant?
Garnetta slipped out of bed, moving silently across the room to where Raphael had left a small lamp burning. She needed to think, to make sense of what she had seen. As she sat down in a chair near the window, her mind raced with possibilities.
Who was Tanya Delani? Garnetta had never heard the name before, but the vision had felt so real, so urgent. And the connection she had felt to the woman—it was unlike anything she had experienced before. There was a bond between them, one that defied explanation, and Garnetta knew that she had to find out what it meant.
Raphael, ever perceptive, appeared in the doorway, his expression one of quiet concern. "Garnetta?" he asked softly, sensing her distress.
She turned to him, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her mind. "I had a vision, Raphael. Of a woman—someone I've never met, but I know her name. Tanya Delani."
Raphael's brow furrowed in thought as he moved to sit beside her. "Tanya Delani… the name is not familiar to me," he admitted, his tone thoughtful. "But visions like this are not to be taken lightly. It could be a sign, a message from the universe."
Garnetta nodded, her gaze distant as she stared out into the night. "It felt so real, Raphael. She was there, in a snow-covered land, and I could feel… something between us. A connection. But I don't know what it means."
Raphael placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We will find out, mon trésor. Visions are rare, but they are powerful. There is a reason you were shown this woman, this place. We must be patient and wait for more signs."
Garnetta leaned into his touch, finding solace in his calm presence. "I have a feeling this vision is important, Raphael. That it's connected to everything that's happening here in Forks. The Cullens, this town, even the power I carry… it's all linked somehow."
Raphael nodded, his eyes reflecting the same sense of urgency that Garnetta felt. "Then we must be vigilant. This Tanya Delani—whoever she is—will reveal herself in time. And when she does, we will be ready."
Garnetta took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in her mind. She knew Raphael was right—they needed to be patient, to wait for more pieces of the puzzle to fall into place. But the vision had left her shaken, her normally composed demeanor rattled by the intensity of the experience.
As she returned to bed, Garnetta couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. The vision of Tanya Delani had opened a door to something greater, something that would change the course of her life in ways she couldn't yet imagine.
And deep down, she knew that her journey in Forks was far from over.