Clairvoyance; not an easy power to have, especially for a child. Why couldn't you of had something cooler, like the space magic your brother, Nicholas had, or chaos magic like mama? Clairvoyance just felt like it was there to insight fear into its host, and keep them constantly anxious.

Tonight, though, was like many others you'd had before. The same dream, or nightmare, had been on loop for the last few months, and you had no idea why; a park, with blurry night skies, your mama stood behind you, gently pushing you on the swings, and mamí sat on the swing to your right, occasionally babbling back to Nicholas who was sat in her lap, but mostly taking in the sight of you both.

Just as you think tonight would be different, the swing stopped; they disappeared. Instead of being crowded around you, they were walking down a fogged pathway, with Nicky stood between them, holding their hands

You got up off the swing, and ran after them, calling out- "Mama! Mamí! Nicky!" Following them, as your pulse pounds, and the air whistles, through your ears, until the ground swallowed you up. When you opened your eyes again, you were in a cemetery, three graves sat in front of you; the words 'Agatha Harkness', 'Nicholas Harkness', and 'Rio Vidal' painted in blood, over the cold stone.

You wanted to cry, scream, shout, wail, but no sound came out. You woke up with tears streaming down your face, hair and sweat sticking to the back of your neck, your breath erratic. Quickly deciding what you needed to do, you picked your plush spider up off the floor, pulled your bat-patterned blanket over your shoulder, and heading to your moms' room.

"Mama?" Your voice quiet, going over to Agatha's side of the bed, and lightly poking her side. "Mamí?" You shyly called out, for safe measure.

"Hiya, hon, you okay?" Agatha asked, sitting up in bed, and lifting you to sit between her and Rio, who was now sat up too.

"Another bad dream, mi amor?" Rio added, combing a hand through your damp hair, as you nodded. "You wanna talk it?"