Witness: See Series (Volume 1)(73)

I looked down, trying to hide how believable I thought living before was. I didn’t want Madison to read it all over my face and push me to talk about Silas when we left there.

“What about that insight thing you were talking about? Is that like a sixth sense?” Madison asked curiously. I wasn’t surprised she had asked. We had always told her that the way she sensed others’ emotions was her sixth sense. She never understood what we meant because to her, understanding what someone was feeling was natural to her.

“That’s harder to explain…some people in my home seem to have a sixth sense – and those insights can range from any degree.”

“What’s Landen’s?” Madison asked.

“Truth...intent.”

“What?” I asked.

“You cannot lie to him – and at any moment, he can see your intent, where your thoughts will lead you.”

“Oh, yeah,” I mumbled. I remembered Austin and Draven telling me that when I saw Austin a few months ago. My memory was absent at that point, and so much had happened since then that I hadn’t had a second to contemplate how unbelievable that really was.

“That’s kinda like seeing,” Madison said as she looked at me.

Wesley nodded. “I think Austin wants you to meet Landen because of that seeing thing you guys do. He said you guys see the past and that Landen sees the future – and that together, that could help a lot of people. Helping people is part of our core beliefs in Chara.”

“Listen,” I said as l leaned forward, “I really need to find Austin or another traveler. Will you let me see you? See you so I can go there?”

“Excuse me?” Wesley asked politely as his eyes widened with confusion.

“Long story,” Madison said. “Basically, if you’ve been there, then we can go there through your memories.”

“Like an out-of-body experience?” Wesley asked.

“Yeah, I know it sounds weird,” I answered quickly.

He smiled again. “Maybe here – but I assure you, some dimensions not only believe in that, but practice it. My mother was from one like that.”

“Really?” I asked, feeling more and more comfortable around him.

“You guys will really be amazed at what’s beyond the string. Austin has no doubt that you’ll be travelers. He said you could see the string – every part of it...mutable doorways.”

I vaguely remembered Austin testing us on seeing the string months and months ago. I really didn’t think it was a big deal that we could see it, but it was clear that it was.

“What do I need to do?” Wesley asked as he leaned forward.

Madison looked to her side at me. “Are you sure about this?”

“Very,” I answered as I looked back at Wesley. “Just sit there... think about home... think about Austin’s home or any other traveler. I just need to know that someone is on their way to get us.”

He nodded. “Alright,” he said as he leaned back on the couch.

Madison reached for my hand. “Ask out loud so I know where you’re going; I don’t want us to be apart there.”

I held her hand tighter and stared at Wesley. “Think about the last time you saw Austin’s home in Chara.”

Almost instantly, I could see a beautiful image come to life around me. My heart raced, but I ignored it as the scene became more vivid. I squeezed Madison’s hand just as I felt a rush of energy pull my soul.

We were now standing in the middle of a field - a breathtaking field. There were flowers everywhere, but not normal flowers. Each petal looked as if it belonged to a different flower, like a rose, daisy, and tulip. I couldn’t understand it. Madison knelt down and picked one.

“Now this is poetic.”

“What?” I asked, clearly not seeing the flower in the same light that she was.

“All different petals living as one – coexisting as one,” she answered as she breathed in the sweet aroma of the flowers. “Like the dimensions the string connects.”

“Only you would see it that way,” I said as I shook my head.

A few feet behind us, there was house. It wasn’t extraordinary or anything; I mean, it was beautiful, but I could imagine seeing one of these houses in my hometown – if it weren’t for the strange flowers, I’d think that we were still in our dimension. It was two stories, yellow, with white porches all around it. There were flowers like the ones in the field hanging around the porch.

“This way,” I mumbled as I walked closer to the house.

When I reached the porch, I looked back to see Madison still standing in the field, staring off into the distance. “Madison,” I whispered loudly. She broke out of the trance she was in, then came to my side. Once she reached the steps, I knocked on the door. As we waited for someone to come, I couldn’t help noticing how distracted Madison was; she kept staring off to the left. I followed her stare. I thought I saw the rooftop to another house, but I wasn’t sure; this place seemed so secluded. There were gentle rolling hills that seemed to place the home we were at in a world of its own. There was also a road; it was light brown, which caused it to blend in easily with nature. It was as if the modern world I knew had never met the simplistic beauty of this place.

The door in front of us opened suddenly, and an innocent young woman was standing there. Her long dark hair was braided to the side, and she was wearing a short white cotton dress. Her blue eyes grew wider as she looked between me and Madison. Her eyes settled on Madison.