Rayenne woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, visions of a dream still swimming in her mind. She got out of bed, wide eyed, and edged open her door.

“In the kitchen, dear.â€?

Rayenne found her mother and grandmother in the kitchen with three steaming mugs of tea. “I had a dream,â€? she said.

“We know.â€? Rayenne’s grandmother smiled, patting Rayenne’s hand. “We always know when a new one comes into her power.â€?

“Now drink your tea and tell us about it,â€? said her mother.

Rayenne sipped the tea slowly, and told them of her dream. There had been a boy – no, a young man. He was in terrible, terrible danger, being sought by a group of dark men who meant only harm. Someone had to stop them. He didn’t realize the danger he was in; he didn’t know what they knew about him.

Her grandmother nodded. “I thought it might be that.â€?

“What will we do?â€?

“We must stop them from getting their hands on him.â€?

“But how?â€?

She smiled knowingly. “By sending him somewhere where they will never find him.â€?