So where is the lightning bolt scar?

Riley looked between the boy and the man. Confusion had taken grasp of Riley’s mind and it was giving her a headache. The two looked alike and obviously the boy knew him. Yet, it could not be more than coincidence that these two men, which she had never met before but had seen in her dreams, had arrived on the doorstep. This situation was just so illogical.

She knew that taking her dreams as fact could be a massive mistake. She had never believed any parts of her other dreams. Of course it was easier to believe that people were real then that a giraffe lived in her closet. Riley was sure that she was right about the men that had shown up on her doorstep. Riley knew she had seen this man before dealing with the toady man in what she could assume was a trade for the boy.

“But” she started. “I thought you sold the boy to the other man” she stated before she could stop herself. The man stopped and his brown eyes snapped towards her.

“How do you know that?” he questioned. Riley could not tell if he was angry or astonished by her statement. She was not quite sure how to respond back. She decided that the truth was perhaps the best way to go.

“I dreamt it or well I saw you do it in my dream” she asserted. His brow furrowed and it seemed that all the puzzle pieces were falling together in his mind.

“How many of these dreams have you had?” he asked, standing straighter and it was as if he had grown several inches taller. The nerves that had been replaced by her confusion had come back. She was not quite sure if she should say anything to him about how many of these dreams she had. She was ever so curious about what he knew.

“A few” she responded vaguely. It had been more than few dreams more like a dozen.

“You are the seer then” he said as if Riley should know. Riley backed up closer to the hallway in case being the seer was a bad thing.

“Seer?” she questioned loudly. “Who are you? Where are you from?” she continued. Riley could only figure that this man was crazy and somehow had brainwashed this small boy. Yet, she was connected to all this by her dreams and could only hope that there was some logical explanation to these strange visions she had been having. She let her husky blue eyes narrow at the opposing man waiting for his answers.

“My name is Wilder” he spoke his voice calm and even. It seemed that his voice held s kindness as if he was speaking to a scared child. “Well, I am from across the woods, well not the woods in this land exactly. You are the seer” he tried to explain.

“So let me get this straight” Riley said. “You are from some fairytale land and somehow I can see into it?” she questioned yet again. Wilder simply nodded his head and began to open his mouth to explain further but Riley did not give him the chance.

“How did you get here then? Apparate? Thru a wardrobe? Did you bring a hobbit with a ring?” She asked in disbelief. Riley was having a hard time taking this all in. She waited for some defensive response from Wilder. Yet, no response came. Silence again visited the room like an unwanted house guest. Riley watched Wilder think, still standing defensively just in case this was some trick to lull her into letting her defenses down.

“How would I know of your dreams?” he asked.

“I don’t know” Riley replied trying to find some logical answer.

“It is just a coincidence that I happen to look like someone from your dreams?” he continued to question.

“I don’t know” she said exasperated.

“Can we please go somewhere and sit. I promise to explain this all to you as best as I can” he stated. Riley wanted to push this Wilder character out the door and she knew that is what any normal human would do. Riley needed to know about her dreams and he was the only key to understand them. She wrestled with this conflict and curiosity won. Riley motioned Wilder to follow her into the kitchen.

The kitchen was a vast sea of marble and stainless steel. Out swimming in the middle was a small wooden table with four chairs, which seemed out of place in this grand old house. Riley leaned against a counter while Wilder sat at the table with Buddy sitting beside him.

“So?” Riley urged “Everything?” Wilder’s chest rose and fell deeply. He pulled the chair closed to the table, the chair making a loud screech like noise.

“I or well we” Wilder began motioning towards Buddy, “came thru the forest where the lands meet. That is your world and my world. You see I am Lyander’s uncle” Wilder continued motioning towards the boy. “His mother is my sister and she is the wife of the current monarch. Which makes Lyander the next heir to the throne and that puts him in danger. A plot has been discovered that involves kidnapping Lyander and then murdering his father. To make sure this was not successful. I went undercover as a mercenary and hired myself out to the other side. The cage you saw in your vision was empty. We traveled thru the woods to here for a safe haven but Lyander got separated from me in a brief skirmish with Stanwag.”

“Alright, how about my dreams or vision as you are calling them” she asked. Riley was slowly processing all the information that had just been given to her. There should be more questions that she would have but none were coming to mind. Rather, Riley was taking the whole story as fact.

“Magic or rather special abilities are more commonly accepted in my land. You are a seer which means you have visions of events. There are not many of your kind anymore. Stanwag and his cronies have taken care of the majority of them. Which means you are in grave danger and if you stay here I doubt you will be safe” he said.

“What are you saying that I should come with you?” Riley asked. Riley had always wondered how hero in most fantasy novels could so easily accept the unbelievable but now she had the same decision. Could she or would she just follow him? Perhaps, Wilder was not implying for her to come along. She did have a sinking feeling in her stomach.

“Yes, come with us” Wilder replied.