Lenora abruptly awoke in a panic; her chest heaving in and out as
she desperately tries to catch her breath. A vivid dream is the
cause of Lenora's frantic rousing, but this is really nothing new
for her. Lenora has strange dreams daily, but the most chilling
part about them is when her dreams become reality!
"Are you alright, Miss," asks her worried young driver, who has a
light and airy Irish accent.
The driver abruptly pulls over and stops the black Cadillac when
he hears Lenora gasping for air behind him. He turns around in
the driver's seat, gripping a knobby copper rod in his hand,
which he quickly lays down seeing that she is alright.
"Sorry, I am fine. I didn't mean to worry you like that," Lenora
says, and then swallows hard trying to collect herself. She
shifts uncomfortably on the black leather backseat, "I just had a
frightening dream, that's all."
"Ay, no fears should come from ones dreams Miss", the driver
states as he turns back around in his seat and continues on their
He stares back through the rear view mirror at Lenora, his eyes
reflect through with such a bright shade of green. But for all
the brilliance in his eyes, the dark circles underneath makes him
look tired and worn.
"Dreams are but a porthole to life, and one's life is to be lived
and not feared", he continues to say.
"Um, yes. You are quite right", Lenora responds politely, but in
her mind is thinking what strange, yet unsuspectingly deep advice
he has given her.
The pale faced driver gives her a crooked smile.
"We will soon be to Seer's Knoll Miss, only about an hour to go."
Lenora lays her head back and closed her eyes, "If only my dreams
were that simple", she thinks to herself.
Lenora has always had peculiar dreams; as far back as she could
remember. Sometimes her dreams are pleasant, others are scary,
and one of her dreams is very consistent. There is not a day that
goes by without Lenora having this one dream, the dream she calls
It is always the same, Lenora is walking down a lengthy driveway,
each side is lined with tall trees and their long branches meet
in the center, which almost blankets out all the sunlight below.
This part of the dream is very peaceful for Lenora, as she
strolls along picking the wild flowers that grow along the side
of the road. She then reaches the end of the driveway, where an
old Victorian mansion sits. It looks very well kept, with its
wooden slat board siding painted a very bright white, and the
front door and shutters painted a clean and bold black.
The lawn and gardens around the house all seem well manicured and
the climbing ivy around the archway of the porch seems
meticulously trained to lie perfectly in place. It looks like
such a comfortable and cheery home to her. Lenora always scans
her view up the front of the house, to the fourth story gothic
style tower where there is a stained glass window, but there is
something very different about this window, it looks exactly like
The stained glass window has the white and pink flesh of an eye,
with a very pale crystal blue color lens, and a black pupil. It
always reminds Lenora of her own color of eyes, for both have the
same light blue hue. Suddenly something unimaginable happens, the
eye stained glass window blinks. It blinks as if it's real and
then from the shock Lenora awakes in distress, even though she
knows by now how the dream ends, she always gets so startled by
it all the same.
Lenora's mother had also told her not to be frightened of her
dreams; just as the driver had tried to explain to her. She would
often go to her Mother after she had a vision that came true or a
weird, unexplainable dream.
"Lena", her Mother affectionately called her, "Please try not to
be frightened of the dreams you have; everybody dreams dear.
Dreams and visions are just our subconscious minds at work. Some
people's are more active than others, some more strange, and some
are more accurate. People will often be doing something; it will
seem so familiar, like they have done it before. Then they
remember they had dreamt they were doing that same thing, in that
same place. The French call it Déjà Vu. Believe me it's not
anything to be scare of; a lot of people experience it."
Lenora opens her eyes, it has begun to rain and the drops are
streaming down the cars dark tinted windows. It seems nature is
crying the tears for her that she is too cried out to let fall.
Her chest aches so badly at these thoughts of her Mother; her
wounded soul is far too fresh; for only three days ago did her
Mother pass away. The only solace Lenora has is that her Mother
passed quickly without too much pain; it was only three months
from her Mothers diagnosis of brain cancer, to her passing.
Lenora's Mother was her only family, and without her she is
completely alone in the world. It feels as if someone violently
ripped out her heart and now left behind is just a gaping hole
that leads to a never ending pit of blackness. No matter how hard
Lenora tries to fight and claw her way out of her deep sorrow,
she gets nowhere, and is just stuck in this dark abyss on her
When Lenora was younger she wondered if she had other relatives
out there. She asked her Mother about it, but got a very short,
curt response; that her father died in a motorcycle accident
after her birth and that his family had all passed on. Lenora
decided not to ask her much more after that; because of the sad
look her Mother got on her face when she asked the question. It
was a pitiful look of regret, and she couldn't bear to see her
Mother look so upset and hurt.
So, when her mother passed, Lenora thought that she would be an
orphan at age 16, which is until a lawyer came to see her the
next day about her Mother's Will. She will never be able to
forget the fateful meeting that she had with her mother's lawyer
"What do you mean my mother has made my Grandmother my legal
guardian", Lenora asks bewildered. She could not believe what the
lawyer had just told her, "All my Grandparents have passed, there
has to be a mistake!"
"I am afraid there is no mistake Miss Deveroe, you mother was in
just two months ago to finalize her will", the lawyer said with
certainty, then looked down and read from the Will, "I hereby
leave my daughter Lenora Gracen Deveroe, to be left in legal
guardianship of my mother Ramona Deveroe, who resides at 5 Seers
Knoll Road, Emerald Lake, Pennsylvania.
The lawyer looked up from reading the Will and gazed into the
disbelieving and shocked eyes of this striking young lady sitting
before him. She has already been dealing with the loss of her
mother and then for this to be sprung on her as well, he felt
genuine empathy for this devastated girl.
"I have contacted your Grandmother, who had already been advised
of your Mothers passing. She told me that a car is being sent to
pick you up. So you should pack your belongings, because your
Grandmother has arranged for a family friend Shea O'Connell to
pick you up around 10 tomorrow morning and take you to her
homestead, Seer's Knoll. Your Grandmother also wanted me to
convey that she wishes she could be here in person to pick you
up, but that she needs to make the funeral and transportation
arrangements so your Mother can be laid to rest at your family
plot in Pennsylvania."
"But my Mother should be buried here in Maine, where we have
lived all our lives! This is her home, NOT Pennsylvania," Lenora
said wrenching her hands together, trying hard to hold back her
"This was at your Mothers request; it is stated in her will. I
really am sorry," the lawyer said in a remorseful tone, as he
gently patted Lenora's trembling hands.
As Lenora thinks back on this shocking news, she can not really
decipher what is hurting her more now, the passing of her Mother;
who she thought she had known better than any other person in the
world. Or this trail of secrets that her Mother has left behind,
which painfully proves that she did not know her Mother as well
as she thought. This is like deciding which is the better of two
horrible choices and this only makes her more distraught with
Lenora sits up suddenly in her seat and looks wide eyed out the
window when the driver announces that they are almost to her
Grandmothers. They have just turned onto Seer's Knoll Road and
Lenora feels a knot form in the pit of her stomach and then lets
out a gasp in shock.
"Are you ok, Miss," Shea; the driver asks with worry in his
voice, but is trying not to over react as he did earlier.
"Ah, I am fine," Lenora stutters out, "I am just feeling a bit
Lenora is feeling far from fine though, because as they make
their way down the long driveway, things begin to look strangely
familiar to her. This lane, the tall trees, this is the road that
she has dreamt about everyday of her life; there are no doubts in
her mind about that. Just as Lenora thinks that things could not
get any more bizarre, the lane ends and before her stands a
grand, white, Victorian mansion.
"It can't be," Lenora lets slip out, just as Shea the driver is
opening her door to let her out.
"What'd you say, Miss?"
Lenora stumbles over some words trying to cover up her slip of
"This place is breathtaking," she eventually stammers out.
"Yes, it is," Shea says, as he helps Lenora out of the car, "Your
Grandmother takes a lot of pride in the house; it has been in
your family for many decades."
"Now you go on up to the porch and I will get your bags for you,
Shea's body stands rigid as he talks, like he is waiting for the
sound of a cap to start a race. Lenora notices that he seems
nervous, as if he is looking out for something bad to happen to
her. Maybe the two times she startled him in the car has made him
anxious around her.
Lenora slowly turns and timidly walks toward the house, she gazes
up the front of the house to the gothic tower and there it is.
Just as in her dream, the unusual stained glass window that looks
like an eye. Lenora's mind suddenly starts to spin, her vision
blurs, and her legs go completely numb.
In her mind she starts to picture the driver; Shea, leaning over
her. His green eyes are bloodshot and the dark circles under his
eyes seem to almost blend down into his cheeks, which look so
sunken in. Blood is running along the side of his face from a
wound on his forehead.
She can hear him saying, "I'm sorry Lenora……"
The image quickly fades from her mind, all is black in her head,
and in the distance she can hear her name being called.
"Lenora, Lenora, open your eyes," Shea pleads, as he holds her
tight in his thin but strong arms, his Irish accent is standing
out stronger to her, "Here ya are, you're coming 'round now."
She slowly opens her eyes to see Shea starring down at her with a
worried look on his face. Lenora gently strokes his flushed,
narrow face. Shea's tousled brown hair looks even more erratic
and out of control than it did in the car.
"There is no blood," Lenora thinks to herself and then says
aloud, "You're alright!"
"Of course, I am alright, it's you that I am worried about," Shea
responds, his soft voice slightly wavers as he looks down at the
Shea realizes that there is something so familiar about this
young woman, but he just can't quite place what exactly it is. He
stares firmly into Lenora's liquid light blue eyes, a haunting
feeling grips at his heart.
Lenora's hand is still cupping Shea's cheek, which she quickly
brings down as she recognizes this.
"I, guess I fainted," Lenora exclaims, as she begins to try to
Shea's hard, steady gaze softens; he then looks at her with
understanding and gently helps Lenora up off the ground.
"Thank you, Shea," she says with gratitude, but in the back of
her mind is still thinking about the scene she just saw in her
"You're welcome, Miss."
"Please, call me Lenora," she says, feeling odd that he calls her
Miss, when he can't be but just a few years older than herself.
"Alright, Lenora," Shea says with his wide crooked grin, he walks
over to pick up her luggage where he hastily dropped it when she
Lenora steps onto the porch and before she even touches the door
knob, the big, black front door opens up it's own.
Shea, who is right behind her carrying her luggage, smirks and
says, "Old houses, they have a tendency to do that," and then
shrugs his thin shoulders.
Lenora takes a deep breath and slowly enters into the foyer; in
front of her is a grand wooden staircase that curves up to the
second floor. The wooden floors and trim are stained black and
the walls painted a gleaming white. The décor is very Victorian
in style and all the furnishings look new of quality, but are
more than likely antiques. Lenora gazes to her right; there is a
black pocket door partially open, she can see bookshelves filled
with thick leather bound books.
To her left is what looks to be the parlor, there is a striking,
ornately carved wooden fireplace mantel, and plush velvet
furniture in strong dark colors. There is something else that
catches Lenora's eye in the parlor; it is something that looks to
be like taxidermy crows. These unusual stuffed crows are perched
on light fixtures and one on a side table.
"What macabre decorations," she thinks to herself.
"Have a seat in the Parlor and your Grandmother should be down to
see you shortly," Shea announces, as he uncomfortably shifts her
luggage he is carrying against his thin body frame.
Lenora turns around to say ok, but to her surprise Shea and her
luggage are already gone.
"Where did her go so fast," she questions, as she looks up
towards the stairs, knowing he could not have gone that way or
else she would have seen him.
Lenora then hears talking and see's a slender elderly lady with
glossy silver hair in a loose bun at the top of her head and an
elderly man with white hair and beard, starting to descend down
the stairs. She begins to feel those knots of nervousness again
in the pit of her stomach.
As the elderly women draws closer, Lenora notices how she looks
like an older version of her mother and an even older version of
herself. She has the same full plump lips, the same long slim
nose that rounds out to a little bubble tip, and those same clear
Lenora can only stand there speechless as the lady and man come
to stand before her. She locks eyes with the elder lady and
suddenly she feels very relaxed, more at peace than she has felt
in quite sometime. This has to be her Grandmother, she stands
there starring at Lenora with a smiling look in her eyes, but is
saying nothing at all.
The lady opens up her arms and Lenora rushes into them with such
a sense of urgency and longing. Lenora begins to cry and squeeze
this lady, who she knows now with all her heart and soul is her
family. She feels warm and at ease in her Grandmothers arms, it
truly feels like coming home. Her Grandmother hugs her back and
cries with the same ache that Lenora is feeling and then after
what seems like an hour, her Grandmother pulls back and looks
lovingly at her with tear filled eyes.
"Welcome home Lenora dear," her Grandmother sobs, then stands
back and wipes her eyes.
"I am Ramona Deveroe, your Grandmother and this is your home,
just as it was your mothers home - Seer's Knoll," she spreads her
thin arms out proudly as to present the house to her.
"There is so much that needs to be talked about, I know you have
many questions of your own, but that will all come in good time
child. Eventually the whole story will be told and then
everything will start to make sense, this I can promise you."
"And on that note, I will leave you two lovely ladies alone now,"
says the elderly gentleman still standing there beside them, that
honestly both of them forgot was even there.
"Oh, sorry dear friend," Ramona says as she grabs the gentleman's
arm, "I had nearly forgotten that you were standing there,
"Lenora, I am pleased to introduce you to a long time friend, Mr.
Mr. Wicketts graciously bows and holds out his arm to take
Lenora's hand, which she holds out to him kindly.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Wicketts," Lenora greets, as she looks
She notices he has on the most unusual tan colored outfit on; it
looks to be made out of linen fabric. He has on a lighter long
cream coat on that is made of the same fabric. It is a different
kind of fashion for sure, not just anyone can pull off such a
peculiar outfit, but it seems to suit him somehow. It looks like
an outfit you see in history books of how people in desert areas
dressed, with the loose linen robes.
"I know we will meet again very soon and we can get to know more
of each other then," Mr. Wicketts says with a wink, "Shea, we
must be leaving now."
Then out of nowhere, Shea walks up from behind Lenora and follows
Mr. Wicketts out of the house. Lenora thinks it's strange that he
appeared so suddenly, but maybe he was standing in the back of
the hallway, where it is darker?
Ramona puts her arms around Lenora and leads her into the parlor
room. They sit on one of the very plush velvet couches, a deep
maroon color on that is covered with many cross stitch pillows.
Lenora sits down on the couch, as her Grandmother stares at her
with waiting eyes. She feels a nervous twitter in her stomach
again as she opens her mouth to ask a question she has been
wondering since learning about her mother secretly guarded past.
"I have a question that I am hoping you can answer for me,"
Lenora finally states, as she wrings her hands together
nervously, "I am wondering why mother left me in your
guardianship, when she never has mentioned anything about you to
me before or anything about her life here."
"Well, your simple question unfortunately has a long, confusing
answer. Let me see, where to begin to try to explain everything
to you properly," Ramona states, as she grasps a hold of an
unusual crystal ball charm that hangs on a long silver necklace,
"What I am about to tell you will seem a little outrageous to
believe, you may even think I'm mad to tell you such a strange
tale. But everything I am going to say to you is the truth and I
am sure the more you think about it and absorb my words, the more
you will come to realize that this is all real."
Ramona pauses for a second, then looks straight in Lenora's
puzzled eyes and says, "You come from a long line of Divinaries,
we are people that are known as reader's or seer's. To put it
more plainly, we are people who have visions; we can forecast and
predict the future. There are many different ways in which
Divinaries are given insights about the future; whether it's
through dreams, daydreams, touch, cards, weather, tea, leaves,
bones, stones, crystals, there are so many different ways. You
may know us to be called by the very basic form of our gift, as a
psychic or fortune teller."
Ramona then breaks again, seeing that Lenora still has a look on
her face of disbelief, but begins again, "I am a Divinary, your
mother was a Divinary, and you dear Lenora are one as well."
Lenora can only sit there speechless and slowly begins to back
away from her Grandmother.
"If my Mother and I are both able to see the future, then why
didn't we know about the cancer sooner? How could we not know?
How could you not know?"
Lenora cries out, thinking her Grandmother must be insane, to be
making up such a twisted story as this. Her feelings are fragile,
so pain filled, and this news is more like a cruel joke. It is
tearing at what is left of her tattered soul.
"Dearest Lenora, things are not that black and white with the
knowledge we receive. We can not see things as easily about those
we love and are close too, in fact sometimes it is impossible to
do," Ramona explains as she puts her head down slowly, "I only
wish things could be so easy and clear with our visions."
"I did, however, have one vision about your Mother's illness. I
told her immediately and right after she went to the doctors and
they found the cancer. Believe me, when I say there was nothing
more I could do to help her, your mother's cancer was terminal. I
am not a healer Lenora, if I was; I would have done anything to
save my daughters life. There are some things that I just can't
change, no matter how much I wish I could!"
Ramona's voice though calm as she talks; holds such sorrow in it.
Her pale eyes long for her Granddaughter to understand, that she
would have given her own life to save her beloved daughters.
Lenora is not sobbing and her Grandmother pulls her in close and
gently strokes her long black hair. When she begins to calm down,
"You know what I am saying is the truth, with the visions you
have had that have come true, the dream you have everyday about
Lenora looks up in shock and thinks, "How could she possibly know
"Because, you do not know how to control all of your abilities,
your mind was pointing you to the place where your powers that
you posses can be realized," Ramona explains, as if she had heard
what Lenora had just thought in her mind.
"But why did Mother and I not live here then," Lenora questions,
"Why did I not know anything about this place or you? Why were
these abilities not explained to me before now?"
Ramona shifts uneasily on the couch and says, "Well, this is
where the explanation gets even more complicated," she clears her
throat and tries to remember the way she had practiced so many
times, on what she would say to explain this to her Granddaughter
when the moment came.
"You see Lenora; all Divinaries are part of a secret society of
sorts. Average people do know about the very lowest levels of
Divinary powers, like psychics, but they would just not be able
to understand the other special abilities that a lot of
Divinaries have. So we need to keep these certain abilities a
secret and like any society you need people to keep charge over
everyone to keep order, to make sure people are not abusing their
gifts, and make sure everyone is doing their part to keep their
special abilities hidden. Every forty years four divined children
are born within the Divinary world with the mark of the Seer,
these children will grow up and be trained to sit on the council
for the Divinary Tribe. These chosen few are in the class level
of Divine Transreaders and I am one of those chosen, in the
Divinary world I am known as Divine Ramona - The Protector."
Ramona then pulls up her sleeve of her white silk blouse and on
the top of her forearm is a peculiar shaped birthmark. It is a
strawberry color birthmark in the shape of an eye, there is a
flesh colored circle in the center of it, which makes it look
like a pupil of the eye.
This birthmark looks familiar to Lenora, she has seen this same
birthmark before, but never so close up and clear. She has only
been able to see it through the reflection of a mirror.
"I have the exact same birthmark on the back of my right
shoulder," Lenora blurts out in amazement.
It seems so strange to her that she and her Grandmother have the
same birthmark. Then suddenly, it hits Lenora as to what this
"Wait, you mean I am one of the chosen ones as well, one of these
Transreader people who will sit on council?"
"A Divine Transreader," Ramona corrects in a serious manner, "And
yes, you were born one of the chosen to take over when myself and
the other council members term runs out."
Lenora can only sit there in awe, just trying to take in this
incredulous news and day she has had. It then dawns on her as she
was collecting her thoughts, that her question to her Grandmother
was not directly answered.
"But, I am still confused on why Mother and I lived so far away
and why all this was kept from me," Lenora asks impatiently, as
she redirects her question again.
"It was done for your best interest dear, we needed to keep you
away from here in a controlled environment for as long as we
could," Ramona states in a calm whisper, "All will be revealed to
you in good time. The most important thing right now is to make
sure we get you fully trained and up to date in your skills and
There is something about the tone in her Grandmothers tranquil
voice that scares Lenora.
"Am I in danger?"
"Life is not lived without experiencing some dangers in it,"
Ramona replies, answering the question as indirectly as possible.
She is not ready for the intuitive Lenora to lead her off into
topics she was not yet ready to handle, "But you can feel safe
and secure in this house, it is well protected."
Hearing her Grandmothers assurances does make Lenora feel more at
ease, it's all due to her calm, fluid voice she has that is
almost hypnotic. In fact since arriving Lenora has felt more
content than she has in quite some time. She feels so at ease
that her eyes begin to close and she let's out a long yawn.
"Oh, dear you have had such a long, trying day, you must be
exhausted! Let me take you straight up to your room, I will give
you a tour of the house and the grounds tomorrow," Ramona says,
as she takes Lenora's hand and leads her to the grand curved
Once they reached the top of the staircase, there is another set
of stairs leading to the third floor and two hallways, one going
straight and another going to the left. Ramona swiftly leads
Lenora through the hallway straight ahead; they pass four doors
until they reach the last door which Ramona opens.
"I hope you like it," Ramona says as they enter the room, "This
was your Mothers old bedroom. I have not changed anything about
it; it is exactly the same as when she left it sixteen years
"It's perfect," Lenora states happily, as she rubs her sleepy
eyes to better view the room.
The bedroom is large and square, with two windows at the opposite
end, and in front of the windows sits a large, mahogany four post
bed. It has a lovely black toile de joui comforter on it and
matching curtains on the windows. There is a small mahogany desk
and vanity table in the room as well. The walls are covered with
white wall paper with thin black vertical strips on it. There are
many yellow accented pieces and pillows placed around the room as
It is such a classically styled room; far more luxurious than the
bedroom Lenora had in the house where she lived with her mother,
which Lenora had decorated herself. In her bedroom there she had
painted the walls a pale blue, her bed was covered by a plain
navy comforter, and for decorations she hung posters of her
favorite musicians and movies. Simple and comfortable, this is
She was always envious of her Mother's graceful style that came
so naturally to her. It seems Lenora's Mother inherited it from
her Mother, but it has unfortunately not been passed onto Lenora.
To her being stylish and fashionable is an exhaustible effort.
But being in this room, though it is not really Lenora's taste,
makes her feel at home with her mother. This fact alone makes her
feel happy and content.
"The closets and private bath are through the door on the right,"
Ramona points out, "Just leave all your unpacking for tomorrow
and get some sleep. I am the first door we passed at the
beginning of the hall, if you should need anything."
Ramona leans in and kissed her Granddaughter on the forehead.
"Sweet dreams, Lenora dear."
Lenora changes into her night gown, which is just an oversized
old, worn t-shirt, then walks over to the bed and slides under
the covers. She melts into the mattress. The bed feels so soft
and plush underneath her, like she is lying on layers of smooth
flower petals. She tries to keep her eyes open so she can think
and wrap her mind around all events and news that her brain has
taken in today, but her eyes can not fight staying open any
longer. She falls asleep instantly and for the first time ever,
she sleeps the whole night through, without having one dream!