Page 13 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Powerful.

In fact, she was a force to be reckoned with and driving the bus—unfortunately.

Avalon spoke, and true to her word, she was calm and not offended.

“For the record, my gift doesn’t always work like that. I didn’t know she would die—only that someone was going to lose their life. This entity, for a lack of a better word, where I don’t curse, has a wall up in the static. He’s built a box, and his intentions are buried in it. He’s not a weak psychic, by any means, and I’ve never encountered anyone who runs on this kind of vitriol.”

They let her talk.

“I wish it was so easy to just change fate and the outcome, but it’s not. On top of that, I’m hitting the same wall that Lucian was hitting, I’m unable to see behind it to figure out who this is. There’s only one way that could happen. This is going to be more than it seems because shutting me out isn’t easy.”

From where he sat, Raven suspected that he knew what the woman was encountering.

He could feel the stench of it permeating the situation where Wynter hurt herself.

“He’s mixing dark magick with his psychic power and thusly building a powerful cage. A circle, if you will, but with ill intent, not one to protect. You won’t be able to get through that wall.”

From where she sat, she glanced over, sunglasses still on, and she smiled at him.

Speaking of magick…

“Jonathan Davies, we finally meet,” she said. “The spirits in the static speak of you often.”

At her use of his name, he shut that down. Jonathan was his son, and he’d buried his name a long time ago when he found himself in Salem.

This witch liked his REAL name far more.

“You can call me Raven,” he stated. “I don’t go by the name my parents saddled me with anymore. It’s like your name. You prefer Oracle over Avalon in some situations, no?”

She nodded.

“I stand corrected, Raven, and when I’m in the static, I prefer Oracle. Here and now, I’m simply Avalon.”

Well, now that they’d settled that, Raven was to the point on what he was experiencing.

The hair on his arms was standing up, and that told him two things. This woman was surrounded by the dead on a daily basis, and that she was a powerful psychic.

When Lucian and Ridge came together, he got that same feeling across his whole body.

“I can feel the dead around you, Avalon,” he admitted. “Even here in a dead zone, they call for you.”

She sighed.

Tell her about it.

“Yeah, that’s annoying, but part of my world,” she stated. “I’m like a beacon. What's dead outside your building is trying to get in here. I see you warded the basement, so I couldn’t send anyone to speak to you. You, too, have built a powerful cage.”

Well, that explained the spirit that had popped in to warn them and then disappeared into the ground again. It was nice to know it wasn’t anything evil, but just a messenger trying to circumnavigate his spell.

“I like to be thorough,” Raven admitted.

Clearly.

From where she sat, opposite their guests, Tori had her doors open, and there were NO dead around her.

“Are there any here?” Tori asked. “I don’t know what you’re feeling, Raven. Because I can promise you that there’s not a dead person to be found here.”

Lucian explained.