^“You are ten minutes late, Miss Crowe,” The old-looking teacher says. He stands as I walk through the door of the room. Looking up, I notice that the ceiling of the dome-shaped room is completely open, the open sky is allowing the sun to be our light in here. I spot Kelly sitting alone at the back of the room, with an empty seat next to her, smiling at me.

“I’m sorry. I was with the headmasters,” I say, and the teacher nods. He must be in his sixties, with long, grey hair and a stern face covered in wrinkles.

“Please take a seat, and we will begin,” he replies. It feels like every pair of eyes in the room is watching me as I walk toward the back of the room and take the seat next to Kelly.

“Hey, fire starter, I’m glad to see you’re alright. I was getting worried. Have you done anything else I should know about?” Kelly whispers, and I smile at her.

“Does ogling the hot Mr. Daniels count?” I whisper, and she chuckles a little.

“Who is Mr. Daniels?” she asks. I go to whisper back, when I hear my name being called.

“Miss Crowe and Miss Curwood, you are first on my list. Please come to the middle of the room,” the teacher says.

I stand up with Kelly, and we walk back toward the teacher. He smiles and gestures for us to stand in front of him.

“Now, class, I’m Mr. Lindeman, and my specialty is Divination. Divination is one the hardest powers to master and nearly impossible for most. The strongest of our people can only see a year or a little more into the future, so please bear this in mind. The future is never completely certain, nor is it completely clear in vision form,” he explains. We all know this, but I’m hoping I can see a little of the future.

“Now, I want you to use your divination powers on each other. One at a time. Miss Crowe, why don’t you go first?” he asks gently.

“Sure,” I nod.

“Now, stand a foot away from each other and hold hands. Holding a connection to someone enables them to see whatever you see in the vision. When you are first learning to use your powers, recollection of the vision can be difficult. You will be partnered so if you are unable to remember what you saw, your partner should be able to fill you in,” he explains. I nod and hold both my hands out, Kelly slides her hands into mine and winks at me.

“Please call on your mark, Miss Crowe,” he says. I reach into my mind, calling on my mark and envisioning it in my head. The divination mark is a basic eye design, but the pupil of the eye is full of swirls. I picture the swirls moving, a constant motion, frequently changing direction. The minute I call it and close my eyes, the vision takes over.

“Kelly, the amount of powers you have means nothing to me. I’ve always just wanted you,” a male voice says as I open my eyes. I can’t see anything, and I recognise the voice, but I can’t place it. The room is black, and as I watch, two blurry figures come into view.

“I-I can’t do this. I’m sorry, but you’re with them, and they have her!” Kelly shouts. I feel a tugging sensation that causes me to close my eyes and when I open them, I’m back at the academy.

“What did you see?” The teacher asks, but Kelly softly shakes her head. She doesn’t need to say anymore.

“Myself, eating a big, bacon sandwich tomorrow morning,” I say, and he nods, like he expected that. I don’t know who Kelly was speaking to, but I have the feeling she does by the way she is blushing and looking away from me. Who could it have been?

“Very good job, now it’s your turn Miss Curwood,” the teacher says, gesturing at her to begin.

I watch as Kelly closes her eyes, and my eyes widen as she starts faintly glowing white. Actually glowing. I don’t get to look for long before I feel a pulling sensation, and I close my eyes.

“Kenzie!” a man roars, his voice filled with both anger and worry. I open my eyes, to see fire everywhere and we are in the middle of the academy hall. I can see myself, standing holding my stomach in the middle of all the fire. My hair is covering my face as I look down at the floor, so I can’t see my expression. I turn slightly to see a man running towards me, putting out the flames as he goes with water from his hands. It’s the guy from earlier, the one that walked through the flames to put out the fire. He falls to his knees in front of me, just as I collapse into his arms.

“Enzo,” I hear myself say, my voice sounds strange to me, but you can’t miss the emotion in my voice. Why would I have any other emotion than hate for that jerk?

“Not like this, you are not leaving me, Crowe!” Enzo shouts, moving my hands and covering the wound with his own. Just as I watch myself pass out in his arms, I see him healing me and he moves his hands away, lifting my shirt a little to show the closed-up scar. Was I stabbed? Enzo picks me up, holding me close and places a kiss on my forehead. Why is the incredibly hot jerk kissing me?

“Is she?” Locke asks as he runs over, putting out more of the fire as he stops near Enzo, and Enzo shakes his head.

“No, but that fucking teacher who did this is going to pay for hurting her. I’m going to fucking kill him,” Enzo spits out, the fury in his tone is the last thing I hear before I’m forced to close my eyes by the pull.

When I open my eyes again, I see Kelly’s pure light-blue eyes open in shock, her whole body is still glowing white. The light suddenly disappears, and she collapses to the floor in a heap.

“Kelly!” I shout, going to catch her, but I miss. A wave of air stops her body from hitting the ground, holding her in the air. I look over to see Mr. Lindeman holding a hand out towards Kelly, air flowing from his hand. He gently lowers her onto the floor, and I fall to my knees, gently shaking her shoulder. I can hear the classroom whispering, but no one is brave enough to say anything out loud.

“She will be fine, class. The divination power is strong for her, and this sometimes happens. However, I have never seen a glow before,” Mr. Lindeman says, his tone echoing the shock of his words as he comes to kneel next to her. He places his hands on her head, and I watch as he heals her, then moves his hands away. Kelly slowly blinks open her eyes, and stares at me, a vacant look in her eyes, her expression violently bare of any emotion.

“The portal will open,” she says blankly, her eyes roll back, and then she passes out again.

What portal will open?