Lycan Pass

      The cafeteria was mostly empty, seeing as we were a little late to lunch. I had a ham and cheese sandwich that might have tasted amazing if I hadn't been so worried about what would happen next. Would John bring me to the Seer? What did she want from me? My thoughts were so busy chasing each other in circles that I didn't even notice John stand up and empty both of our trays. He tapped me on the shoulder.

      "It's time to go." So we were going to the Seer after all. I shivered; half afraid, half excited. I stood up and quickly followed him to the main entrance. Trevor stood there, waiting for us.

      "It's about time. Where have you been?" he asked irritably. I stared at him. Did he really not know? I opened my mouth to speak, but John interrupted me.

      "Sorry, Trevor. Lunch ran late." He gave me a hard stare when Trevor wasn't looking. Nope. Apparently he didn't need to know. I didn't have long to ponder this before we took off.

      The rain had stopped, leaving the roads riddled with puddles. Not many people remained outside, and the ones that did eyed the clouds wearily. Thankfully, it was only about a ten minute walk to the Seer's home at a slightly rushed, puddle-avoiding walk. John knocked briskly on the door before us. I heard a faint, "come in". I slipped into the dark room right as I heard the strumming of rain on the already wet ground.

      The Seer's living room was very dimly lit, with the thick curtains pulled closed and flickering candles as the only source of illumination. There was a round table in the center of the room, circled by little cushions. An ordinary, if not ancient looking bowl sat atop the table. I felt John's unease grow and grabbed hold of his hand for support.

      The old crone waived us in, the deep seated wrinkles seeming to make her crinkled smile a thousand miles wide. John and I stepped forward slowly, Trevor chose to stand in the back of the room. I released John's hand and sunk down uncomfortably onto one of the cushions. When the Seer finally spoke, it sounded like a quasi-historical door creaking open after years of disuse.

      "So finally you have come, my dear," she croaked. It took me a while before I nodded. My voice came out as a squeak.

      "What did you need?"

      "Oh, so quick to get to the point. No formalities? This younger generation, what ever shall we do with them? Right, John?" He gritted his teeth, refusing to reply. She continued to smile. Then she turned her beady eyes on me. "Come closer, my dear. Let this old lady take you it."

      I stood up, my muscles already stiff. I shuffled over to where she was sitting and knelt down beside her. Ms.Everwaters moved her gnarled hands to my face, sable eyes shining like jeweled beetles.

      "My, you've grown beautifully, haven't you, Diane?" She spoke as though we had met before. The again, she was the Seer, right?

      "Th-thank you," I stuttered. She wrapped her hands around mine, just staring for a while, memorizing every detail. Finally she removed her hands and motioned for me to sit on the cushion next to her.

      "Now, we need to figure out what we are going to do for your renaming ceremony," she started. "As you may know, you have three options: you can keep your name, you can decide a name for yourself, or you can have me use the Sight to find your name." John growled at the last suggestion.

      "Could you explain the Sight option?" Her preexisting grin cracked a little wider.

      "Oh, it's nothing too bad. I just need to put a little something of yours in my bowl and scry."