My eyes fluttered open, a forced groan coming my lips. I turned on my side, snuggling back into the blankets. 

"You've slept enough. We have work to do."  

I jumped, sitting up in my bed. 

"Seriously?" I breathed, my head falling onto my shoulder. I leaned on my arms with exhaustion, though Abigail didn't care.

"Mae, come on." Abigail scolded me.

"God, I know your biologically my mother but please stop acting like it." I teased, my post-nap attitude obvious to Abigail. 

She unfolded her hands from her lap and stood, stopping in front of my bed. 

"Were you watching me sleep?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Because that's weird."

Abigail sighed. "I only sat for a moment."

I swung my feet over the side of my bed, stretching. "Well, you woke me up. There has to be a reason."

Abigail didn't bother to argue that she hadn't woken me up, but in fact, I had woken up naturally. She had a mind that was almost sixty years old, and knew better not to start some petty defense with an eighteen year old. 

"You and I are going on a little field trip." She clapped, grinning slightly. "So, get dressed in something black and meet me in the living room."

"I guess I have no say in this? And why black?"

Abigail turned around and shrugged. "It's a necessary field trip for every visionary. I went, as did your grandmother. And as for black, it's the customary color of visionaries. It represents power, formality and the fear of the unknown. To mortals, we are the unknown."

I nodded and stood, stretching my legs. Abigail walked to my closet and began flipping through my clothes, picking out a few pieces. 

"Guess you're picking out an outfit for me, huh?" I muttered, trying to peek over her shoulder. Abigail shooed me away, rolling her eyes. 

Finally, I was allowed to get dressed, smiling at my appearance. Abigail smiled proudly, wrapping an arm around me. 

Only now did I notice the resemblance between us. Abigail was my mother, but I felt more like friends with her; she was technically over forty years old, but to me, Abi was a simple twenty-some year old. 

Snapping me from my trance, Abigail's cold, fragile hands wrapped around mine. 

"I'm going to teleport us, alright?"

"Hey! A real warning!" I joked, my laugh ringing throughout the small bedroom. 

Abigail sighed, a stern, motherly look in her eyes. I sighed in response, nodding my head. In the blink of an eye, we were teleported to an empty field, tall, dark spruce trees scattered throughout the area. 

I looked around the woods, quickly spotting a large, weathering castle in the distance. 

"Castle Of Symphony." Abigail stated simply, indicating the castle, I assumed. 

"It's beautiful." I murmured, walking a bit closer, though the castle had to be miles away. "Why are we here?" 

"Lana Symphony."

I furrowed my eyebrows, spinning around to face Abigail. 

A strong breeze blew past me, practically pushing me over. I stumbled forward, nervously brushing my hair from my eyes. A new figure stood next to Abigail, leaning a hand on her hip, eyeing me with judgement clear in her eyes. 

She was short, but taller than me, her shiny blond hair reaching just below her rib-cage. 

"Qui ne nous avons ici?" She sneered sarcastically to Abigail, brushing her hair from her shoulder. A small smile tugged at her lips, but I could tell it was forced.

"Sa fille." I winked, stepping closer and holding my hand out. "I'm Mae. Nice to meet you."

The blonde shook my hand hesitantly, turning to Abigail, then back to me.

"I am Collete Cortot. You are Abigail's daughter?"

I nodded, smiling softly at Collete's strong French accent. "Yeah."

Collete smirked and grabbed my waist, speeding off. I squealed, thrashing around, but Collete's grip was as strong as ever; and I'm sure she had no intent of letting go.

When she finally stopped, I was left huffing for air at the steps of Castle of Symphony. 

"Super speed." She shrugged proudly, casually looking at her nails. 

I rolled my eyes and stretched, walking up the first few steps. "You live here or something?" 

Collete walked up the brick steps alongside me, linking my arm with hers. "I do, along with a few other visionaries who were abandoned by their families. Its rough for some of us." 

I nodded understandingly. "Abigail died while giving birth to me, and I'm not even sure if my dad knows about all of this..." I muttered. "Its nice to meet another one of me, I guess."

Collete chuckled and walked inside, her heels clicking against the black, marble floors.

The castle was extravagant; diamond chandeliers, marble pillars, everything was luxury. After I had drooled over the furnishings, I noticed another girl leaning against one of the pillars, an excited smile practically bursting at the seams of her lips.

She waved to Collete, standing up straight after we made eye-contact. 

"Violet King." Collete murmured, leading me toward the brunette. 

"Hi, nice to me-"

"Violet King, I am so pleased to finally meet you." She pressed out quickly, shaking my hand with pure joy. I laughed in confusion, smiling nervously.

"Mae Lunthry. Nice to meet you."

My confusion seemed to be obvious; thankfully, Violet explained herself. 

"We've known about you for a while now, as creepy as that sounds."

Collete sighed and rolled her grey eyes, holding a well-manicured finger up. "It sounds creepy, so just stop talking, King."

Violet closed her mouth, pouting childishly. Regaining her composure, she waved to Abigail, rushing over for a hug. Collete led me inside during the time being, a small tour enrolling. 

"Lana is out for the moment, but she should be back soon. Then you can meet her." Collete chuckled, stopping in her tracks. For a moment, Collete furrowed her eyebrows, and then burst out laughing. 

"That's an odd name, but I can see why you have taken a liking to him."

I furrowed my eyebrows, holding her arm and preventing her from walking away. "Pardon?"

"That Undead James boy?"

I opened my mouth and closed it, scoffing. "How do you know him?"

"I don't, no need for the envy. I read your mind." She winked, walking away with a skip in her step. 

I stood in silence, smiling to myself, thinking about Undead. I blushed to myself and shook my head to rid of these childish thoughts.

"I haven't spoken to him for a while." I spoke to Abigail she stepped to my side, smiling with me.

"You can see him sometime tomorrow." She chuckled, patting my back. 

A loud crash sounded from behind us, the noise of heels against marble flooring sounding soon after.

"Well, welcome home, Lunthry." 

Abigail and I both turned around to the name, though my expression was one of confusion; which seemed to be the pattern today, while Abigail smiled widely. 

"Hello, Miss. Lana Symphony." 

A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUN