Celestial faces a foe far bigger and stronger than she's ever faced before.
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Thirteen year-old Hope held the paining in her lap, as she often did. She surely knew every brush stroke and every detail of the two wolves. As she studied once more she was suddenly hit with a realization -- she KNEW.
After breakfast the next day and doing her task of clearing the table Hope ran out after her father.
"I need to see Janet. Please?"
"Can it wait until tomorrow? I've got to help your mother exercise the horses today."
"We can ride up! That will exercise Sunshine and the horse you ride. I'll help with the others when we get back."
"What's up? You look so serious."
"There's something I need to ask her. It might be important, and I don't want to forget it."
Ray narrowed his eyes at her. "Is this another one of your visions? You have that look again."
Hope stamped her foot. "They're NOT visions. They're something I know."
Ray rubbed his hand across his chin. "That seems to be a talent you have developed. Last year you told us the gray mare was out of the pasture. We didn't believe you, but found her exactly where you said she'd be. How many times has that sort of thing happened over the last year?"
"Exactly. Can we go?"
"Okay, but if your mother has to exercise the horses it means..."
"Yeah, yeah. I get to muck out the stalls and curry the horses. I'll do it. Please?"
Ray sighed "Okay, I'll call up there to be sure she's at home."
As soon as the horses were saddled they started to follow the trail her mother used when leading trail rides. At the highway though, they crossed and headed up beside a narrow road until they came to an unmarked gravel drive winding up a steep hill through the woods.
Beside a muddy jeep and a banged-up Land Rover they dismounted and Janet met them on the porch.
"What brings you up here today, Hope? Your dad said you wanted to come but didn't say why."
"Because I didn't tell him."
Inside Charles looked up from some maps he had spread out on a table to welcome them.
Janet offered some liquid refreshments, and after their ride they gratefully accepted some cold water.
"Why Hope, I think you've grown another inch since I saw you just a couple of weeks ago."
Hope grinned "I'm taller than most of the boys in my class."
"Let's see, you must be in about the...eighth grade?
"Start in the fall." After a pause she stammered "Can we talk...like...alone?"
Janet furrowed her brow but Charles laughed. "C'mon Ray, I think that's our cue to go outside and talk of manly things." He clapped Ray on the back and the men went outside to admire the horses and talk about wild and domestic animals.
"What's up Hope?"
"It's that in the last year I've started seeing things."
"What sort of things?"
"Mom and dad call them visions, but that's not really what they are. I all of a sudden know something. It's not like a dream or I go into a trance or anything, but I just KNOW. I've never been wrong. Dad says I get a certain look on my face when it happens."
"I see. You're thirteen, so this coincides with the onset of puberty? I didn't want to say anything in front of your dad, but I've noticed you've started to...develop. I think it would embarrass your father to talk about such things. I know my father stayed out of the conversation." Janet laughed but turned serious and looked intently at Hope. "But that's not why you came all the way up here, is it?"
"Uh uh." Hope paced around the studio, looking at paintings, either finished or in progress. Janet waited for the girl to collect her thoughts.
Hope plopped down in a chair and bit her lower lip. "I..uh...I want to ask you something. It's really weird and I...I...hope it doesn't offend you."
Janet pulled a chair up beside the girl. "I don't think you will offend me. Certainly not when you've given it as much thought as you apparently have."
"That painting you gave me -- the one of the two wolves. I've spent a lot of time studying it and something's been nagging at me for awhile. I've only now screwed up the courage to come to you with it, because it's like I suddenly KNOW something about it."
"Well, that certainly gets my attention. You want to ask me something. I'll answer truthfully."
"Well...I've noticed your eyes and I've studied the eyes of that one wolf. They look so much alike. The wolves came to us after we talked to you. Are you...one of the watchers?"
Janet looked intently into the girl's eyes. "Truth. Yes."
Hope gasped. "But that means...no, it can't.'"
Janet waited while Hope took a deep breath screwing up the courage to ask the real question. "Are you the wolf?"
"Yes."
"But how...? I mean...is that possible?"
"It's rare, but it is possible. You can ask your dad. He knows.'
"But...he's never said anything."
"He was sworn to secrecy, and he has kept that trust."
"So, you are the one who..."
"Brought you out of the fire."
Hope wrestled with the information.
"Hope, that knowledge is something very few people know. We prefer to keep it that way. People get all sorts of wild ideas."
"I get that. Like in Beauty and the Beast, where the mob wants to kill the beast just because he's a beast."