Kasha never quite fit in. So she left home long ago to pursue her career in art. Hell, she ran as fast as she could away from her minister father and his judgmental ways. Yet, she loved her parents, so when the dreams surrounding a church filled with fire and blood kept repeating themselves, it was all she could paint. She had to warn them. Only to arrive too late to save them. Now she found herself running once again, only this time away from a nightmare.
In her mad flight, she took a turn off the highway. Soon realizing she might have run toward something even worse. This time she couldn’t run couldn’t lie to herself anymore. She was more than an artist. She had to learn to fully embrace and unleash her powers within. In order to know who and what she truly was she had to learn to stand her ground and travel to another place to find her truth.
The long fingers of the flames quickly covered the frames of the houses clustered so closely together. Fissures opened in the ground, spitting fire from the bowels of the earth and setting everything ablaze. What the fire didn’t destroy, the earthquakes rocking the area finished the rest.
Kasha turned away from the television set as she continued to pack. The news flashed footage like that over and over again, but Kasha had seen those same images long before the live broadcast. She hated herself for not listening to the dreams for the last few days before it happened. She’d fucking known.
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