The road you take cannot be undone.
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.
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Wild child excerpt
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.
The morning it started, she’d tried to warn her parents, especially her minister father, to get out of the area. Not like that hadn’t been a difficult conversation. The daughter who’d run from home, whom he hadn’t spoken to in eight years. The first thing out of her mouth, “I—I’ve had a vision of fire. And you and Mom die.”
Her mother had answered the phone when she’d called, as she always did when they saw her number flash on the caller ID screen. Her father never took her calls. Oh, she’d tried in the past to get him to talk to her, but he always refused and never answered when she called, so she stopped asking to talk to him. Her mother had become the conduit for them both. This time it was different; it wasn’t just a check-in call. This time Kasha had to convince her mother she needed to speak to her father directly. It could mean their lives.
“Mom, I need to talk to him. It’s important. You are both in danger. I’ve—I’ve had a vision of you and Daddy.”
“John.” She could hear her mother in the background demanding her father take the phone, something she’d never done before. Perhaps the sense of urgency in Kasha’s voice had helped convince her. Her mother had never quite believed her visions either, but she’d always shown her nothing but love, even though she had been hurt by the rift between her and her father. Still, all that mattered was the sound of her father’s voice on the end of the line.