"Unspoken Truths"

Part 39

"What is it, Oslo?" I say, trying to sound calm. My heart is racing with anticipation as I wait for him to reveal whatever it is that he wants to tell me. Oslo glances around the room, making sure we're still out of earshot of the others. Satisfied that we're alone, he turns back to me, his eyes locked on mine. "I've been doing some research," he says, his voice low and serious. "About your... abilities, and I think I've found something that might help you understand what's going on." I feel a surge of curiosity, mixed with a dash of trepidation. What could Oslo have discovered that would help me understand my strange reactions and abilities? "What is it?" I press, trying to keep my voice steady. Oslo hesitates, as if choosing his words carefully. "I think you might be more than just a Dreamwalker, Vesper," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. More than just a Dreamwalker? What does that even mean? "What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Oslo takes a deep breath before speaking. "I've been studying the ancient myths and legends of our world," he says. "And I think I've found a connection between your abilities and an old prophecy." I feel a shiver run down my spine as I listen to Oslo's words. A prophecy? What could that possibly have to do with me? "What kind of prophecy?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. Oslo's eyes seem to cloud over, as if he's remembering something painful. "It's an old legend about a group of people with special abilities," he says. "People who can manipulate the fabric of reality." I feel like I'm dreaming. Manipulate the fabric of reality? That sounds like something out of a fantasy novel. "And you think I'm one of these people?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from trembling. Oslo nods, his eyes locked on mine. "I do," he says. "And I think you're just beginning to scratch the surface of your true potential." I'm not sure what to say, or how to process this information. But one thing is certain: my life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.