The Extra of The Lunerra

It was one of the usual days.

The first day of a weekend in which I woke up early in the morning, had breakfast, and... was going to receive the continuation of my training from Mr. Chazon.

And that’s exactly what I was doing.

"I told you to always categorize your visions, Clara. How is it going? Are you used to it by now?"

I proudly took out my notebook and showed it to the hologram in front of me.

Mr. Chazon... had already given me simple examples of how to categorize my visions. But what he really wanted was for me to set the categories myself. Because I was the best person to interpret the visions I had seen myself.

And... the categorization that I had been working on for a long time was now in my notebook.

"I decided to evaluate each prophecy from three aspects."

And there were three main headings on the page that I pointed toward the hologram.

The types of perception were many but simple. Here I was categorizing how I saw the prophecy. Was it a dream, was it a spontaneous activation of my skill while I was awake, was it voices I heard out of nowhere, was it a feeling that came to me out of nowhere?

Time, though, was much simpler than the previous one. It categorized the time frame of the prophecy or of the things I saw. Past, present, or future? Because the seers didn’t only see ’the future’... things that happened at the moment, even the past, could sometimes blend in. Oh, and there was also the category of ’uncertain’.

The last categorization was reliability, or rather ’clarity’. There were clear, unambiguous prophecies that required no interpretation. There were also symbolic prophecies whose meaning I had to deduce indirectly... and finally there were ’incomplete’ prophecies, of which only a certain part was visible or perceivable, and therefore ’distorted’ prophecies, in which there was a high probability of error.

"Oho... good, very good."

When I saw the smile on Mr. Chazon’s face, I knew I had done a good job, so I put my notebook down.

But I wasn’t done with the things I wanted to brag about.

"I think my symbolic interpretation has improved a lot, too. I finished the first book you asked me to study three times, from start to finish, taking notes."

"Congratulations then, Clara."

And that’s what I wanted to hear.

"Hehe..."

The training as a seer... was much more fun and interesting for me than the education I received in high school.

It wasn’t simply because I thought I was important.

Interpreting symbolic things, trying to make sense of what I saw... I quite enjoyed it.

Although... I would be blatantly lying if I said I didn’t care about the status of ’seer’, but that wasn’t the point!

"How is your Mana Efficiency?"

The smile on my face suddenly broke.

"Oh, it’s... still A+."

But Mr. Chazon didn’t break his own at all.

On the contrary... he widened it even more.

"There’s no need to be sad or upset, Clara. There are fewer people on Lunerra with A+ Mana Efficiency than you think. No one expects you to raise it to S- in just a few months. Especially when even mine is only S grade."

He was probably right.

Still... it was sometimes really frustrating not to see progress when I was trying so hard.

About half an hour after our conversation about Mana Efficiency, the day’s training ended and I took a deep breath.

I put my notes in their usual place, took my seat in the living room, sat cross-legged, and closed my eyes.

This was the mana practice I was told to do every day. I wasn’t doing much more than trying to control the mana in my body by spreading it throughout my body... but that’s what Mr. Chazon wanted me to repeat.

Mana was easy to control. I thought it would be one of the things I would have the most trouble with because Mr. Chazon had emphasized it so much, but... it was easy from the beginning.

At the point where I am now, I almost didn’t even have to try. And so I modified this form of ’training’ in my own way to make it a little bit harder.

For example, rather than simply controlling mana, it was harder to try to give it shape outside my body. So that’s usually what I worked on.

When that training was over... I was studying for a few hours to prepare for the exam to be accepted into the CDA, and when that was over, it was free time until it was time to sleep.

I could do anything I wanted. Sometimes I would study more because I thought I could, sometimes I would do something completely different.

Nevertheless, this was how my days had been since I finished high school.

Just like today.

A routine.

The only problem was... today was actually quite different from other days.

It was getting close to night. I was watching one of my favorite TV series I’ve been following lately in my spare time.

But, then... I realized that my vision was starting to blur.

Sleep, I thought at first. I had recently moved my bedtime a little earlier than usual because I felt more energized that way, which made me sleep earlier than usual.

So I stretched, then turned off the screen I was watching the show on.

But then... I realized I wasn’t yawning, I wasn’t sleepy.

I paused.

And when I realized that my vision was still blurry, and that it was getting more and more that way, even if slowly... my eyes widened slightly and I finally understood what it was.

It was a vision.

It happened every now and then, though I wasn’t entirely used to it as it had only happened three or four times so far.

I quickly leaned back in my chair, placed my hands on my stomach, and closed my eyes.

The last time I had seen a prophecy like this... it was quite ordinary.

So mundane, in fact, that I found the way the Clairvoyance worked more strange than ever, because what I saw... was simply seeing myself in the CDA. And that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

When I was little, I always thought that seers saw things that would change the world. But for the most part, what I saw was... things like that. No matter how important it was for me to get into CDA, it was a small... ordinary event that made almost no difference to the existence of this world.

A girl getting into the academy she wanted to be accepted into.

Still, that didn’t mean that I underestimated Clairvoyance just because I saw things like this so often.

Even if I would see trivial things nine out of ten times, the one important thing I would see afterward would probably be more important than the other nine things put together, after all.

So I prepared myself seriously.

And... slowly, a scene began to form in front of me.

First, the weather changed. I realized that I was slightly chilled as if I had been in the place I was seeing. The atmosphere was... quite cool.

Slowly, the blur that covered my vision began to give way to mixtures of black, gray, and white.

So I realized that I was in a room with mostly gray walls. A big room.

The room I was in became more and more clear, more and more shaped. And so more and more details entered my mind.

And the first details I saw... made me completely freeze in my tracks.

Because the room was not empty.

There were... creatures inside.

The bloodied corpses of dead creatures, to be more precise.

I felt sick to my stomach when I saw the mutilated parts of the creatures’ bodies, the huge wounds. And yet... I restrained myself.

Because this sight was important. Already, there was a mystery that was not tied to me.

As a ’seer’, even in training, I needed to see how this would continue, no matter how disgusting or frightening.

And so I did.

I focused even more, even though the urge to vomit was steadily increasing with each passing second.

And at the same time, the room I was in continued to become clearer and more and more detailed.

That’s how I managed to see the tiny silhouette standing in front of the corpses of these creatures, crimson blood dripping from her hands.

The moment I saw her, I was speechless, I just stood there... my body refused to move.

It was... a child, this person. A child whose white clothes were stained with blood like her hands. A little girl with black hair longer than her own height. A girl who could have been... five years old at most.

I couldn’t see her eyes because they refused to detail more than anything else around her, but... the expression on her face was dull. Despite her age, she looked with absolute impassivity at the creatures she seemed to have killed with her own hands.

But that wasn’t what really left me speechless.

Yes, it was horrifying to see a little girl in such a scene. And yet... the reason I froze in my tracks... was the girl herself.

It was because I knew this girl.

I couldn’t see her eyes, yes... but I was absolutely sure who she was.

And that was much more frightening than the environment she was in.

Because... she was dead.

She was supposed to be dead.

She was no longer alive.

The girl in front of me... was the younger version of Olivia who died in the attack in Wiathen.

And then, suddenly, the things that I was seeing all jumbled together. Every detail, color, sound, feeling... it all disappeared as if they were being sucked into a black hole.

I found myself on my couch, sweating and panting, watching the ceiling.

And... I could do nothing but stand there.

I could only think of one thing.

Did I... did I just see the past? Explore more stories at NovelBin.Côm

Olivia’s not alive, after all. There’s no way that was... present or future, right?

I paused, and another problem quickly presented itself.

Should I... should I tell this to my brother?

--Volume VI: Into the Darkness--

--The End--

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