Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
            
                          
Let's start with clairvoyance or seeing clearly.  It is seeing without being in the same room or looking through another's eyes.  Because of your connection, you should be able to see, hear, taste, feel, and smell without being together.  This psychic ability can protect you when you are not united."  Ms. Cornwall instructed from her stance uphill looking down on the girls.  
                          
The group stood by the lake with the summer sun beating down on their heads.  Elizabeth was still shaken by the event from the night before.  The water sparkled and the light on the waves rocked like a mother and child in a rocking chair taking her back to the nightmare.  She wanted to trust Edward badly, but how does one mend from the injury created by a demon.   She needed a strong herb to heal her scars; unfortunately, they didn't make medicine for these kind of cuts. 
                          
"So, we will become human transceivers.   Donald Hings wasted his time; he should have taken a class with us.  The military could use people like you.  Patricia."  Rebecca's joke pulled Elizabeth from her ominous thoughts.    
                          
"I am more concerned that you know about transceivers and Hings."  Bridget rolled her eyes.
                          
"A women can be smart, Bridget.  It is not against the law."  
                          
Rebecca looked as if she was still joking, but Elizabeth knew her sister well enough to know that she meant it also.  Rebecca had always pushed women's rights on her sisters, claiming that men and women should be equal which wasn't a popular view two hundred years ago and it seems was still not in 1941.  
                          
"Too bad men haven't figured that out yet."  Bridget added.  
                          
"I think Edward likes his woman to be independent.  He has been very supportive of me." Elizabeth chimed in and waited for her sisters to endorse her statement.  When there was no reply, she turned to find her sisters looking at her strangely.  
                          
"I am not sure if you are serious or not." Bridget pondered out loud.   
                          
"Honey, this is 1941.  Men rule the world and they aren't sharing any time soon." Rebecca chided.  
                          
"Now that the sisters are together, we may can change all of that."
                          
The way Ms. Cornwall spoke about the sisters made Elizabeth's hair on her arms standup.  It was as if she was speaking about a whole other entity.   The woman was more confident in their abilities than she was in them, but than Elizabeth was started snow storms in her bedroom.  
                          
"I want you to join hands and make a triangle."  Ms. Cornwall instructed.  
                          
"Do we really have time to play games?" Rebecca asked sarcastically.  
                          
Ms. Cornwall eyed her like a school girl then sent a tiny ball of white current toward her hitting her in the butt.  Rebecca shrieked and ran around like a dog chasing its tail.   Slapping the flames from her now burnt dress, Rebecca scowled and charged the old lady.  Elizabeth grabbed her around the shoulders holder her away until she calmed.  
                          
"Calm down.  It is just a dress.  It's not like she hurt you."  Elizabeth lulled her sister. 
                          
"Out there," Ms. Cornwall pointed across the lake, "in the real world there are those that will do much worse to you than a cigarette burn to your back side."  The old lady moved closer and lowered her voice. "You must always be alert and ready.  Never trust anyone." 
                          
Rebecca relaxed and moved back to the area where they had been forming the triangle.  
                          
"Now if we can take this serous?  Join hands girls.  Close your eyes.  Focus on the smell of the brackish water behind you, the feel of the wind coming from the lake, and the sound of the waves hitting against the shore."