


Visions

by coyearth



Category: Underland Chronicles
Genre: Family, Hurt-Comfort
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2009-02-03
Updated: 2009-02-03
Packaged: 2013-07-31 14:05:32
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 659
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4838618/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1822450/coyearth
Summary: A one-shot of Nerissa and her thoughts before she was pronounced queen.





	Visions

**This story has been approved by Charismaticbreeze.**

**It seems no one has written a story about Nerissa, so I thought I'd write about her and how she feels about her visions.**

She stared at the wall, her eyes unfocused. Her eyes raked over the words carved in the wall, but she didn't study them long enough to make them out. She wrapped her arms around her frail body in a vain attempt to keep herself warm.

She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Her favorite cousin was gone and now she was next in line. Next to be the queen. How would she manage it? She knew not everybody respected her or thought she was suitable to be a queen.

She was weak, frail, and, worst of all, saw things others didn't. She was always wandering in a gray mist, her images coming and going. She was always alone, staying away from others, knowing she didn't belong. Being the only one with a power to see the future was hard. She was alone, walking in that thick fog in eerie silence.

She spent her time in the Prophecy Room. The only place few people venture to, a place that allowed her to gather her thoughts. No one missed her. She sighed softly. She felt like an intruder in her own home.

She gasped and straightened, her body rigid, and her eyes closed. A blinding white replaced the walls and faded, as quickly as it had come, into the room she was in. The light was dimmer and the walls only had three prophecies on it.

A thin bald man in a robe was sitting in the corner. His head was buried in his lap and he was rocking back and forth on his heels, muttering words. She was too far away to tell what they were, though.

The man stood up suddenly, shaking violently. He crossed the room, his small steps making his progress twice as long. He finally reached a wall. She was sure it was the one she had been standing by. He carved the words of one of his many prophecies. Even though his hand was shaking, the words were etched perfectly into the wall. His convulsions calmed with each line he wrote. He took a step back to study his work once all the lines were carved. His head turned, seeming to look right at her.

The flash of white between the changing of scenes left her dizzy. She opened her eyes and placed a hand on the wall, her bony hand covering some of the words. She was back in the Prophecy Room.

That was a clear vision. All of her visions had left her pondering what they meant, frustrating her and interesting her at the same time. Her clearest visions were with Sandwich, who had come to her twice before. She had felt just as bad as she was now, then.

She looked up as the door slowly opened. Vikus' face peeked around the door. Worry again filled the pit of her stomach.

"Nerrisa." He greeted, his voice soft. "It's time." He said simply, knowing she understood. The lines on his face were creased with worry, his eyes filled with sympathy.

She blinked back tears, her face twisting in reluctance. She didn't want to do this. She wasn't the only one who thought she wasn't suitable for the job.

She moved forward, letting her hand linger on the prophecy's words for just a moment longer, before running to meet her grandfather. She collapsed half-way, but Vikus was beside her, keeping her from falling. He stroked her hair comfortingly.

"It'll be fine." He soothed gently.

How could it be fine? She wanted to wail out loud. She pulled back, trying to calm down, before letting Vikus lead the way out of the Prophecy Room.

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