Weird vision.

6:30 in the morning, Santiago felt his hands tied and he was falling into deep water. He stretched his hands out, screaming for help. Someone was coming close to him, closer enough and he was about to grab his hands but unfortunately, the hands slipped from him and he went limping down the water again. "No!!" Santiago screamed and woke up.

Slowly he opened his eyes. His body felt heavy and he noticed he was floating in something that felt like water. He was still confused, was he still dreaming or was he in reality all along?

He looked around the room, the room was covered with darkness and a faint light sipped in through the window. He couldn't make out what was inside the room but with the dusty scent that filled his nostril, he knew he was in a musty room.

Suddenly, he began to hear faint footsteps approaching. The footstep stopped and he could hear a roughing sound. He was able to make out that the person was dangling through something in a waterproof bag.

"Who is there?" Santiago asked. His throat felt dry and stiff. "Can you get me out of here? Where am I ?" He asked struggling to get out of where he was but couldn't. He felt trapped.

Immediately, the door busted open and his grandmother rushed towards him. She dropped the bag with food stocks and ran to sit beside him. "Santiago, my grandson, you're finally awake!"

"Grandma, is that you? What happened to me? Where am I?" Asking this question, Santiago glanced around the room.

A wooden rocking chair sat in the corner, furnished with an old, dilapidated cushion. An old bucket filled with water was beside the cushion.

Looking out through the window which had just been opened by his grandma to allow enough light into the room, overgrown grasses stood tall aiming to outgrow the height of the house. He looked away from the window and turned to his grandma who still held a high curious look on her face.

He saw that he was in a bathtub, steam coming out from it. "How did I get in here?" He forced his mind to recollect what had happened to him earlier but couldn't put a finger on anything. His mind was blank. Totally blank.

"How are you feeling now, my grandson?" Grandma asked him instead.

As he was about to speak, Grandpa emerged from the door screaming excitedly. "Son, you're finally awake! I thought we were going to lose you. Oh goddess, what a relief." Grandpa held his chest.

"Grandma, Grandpa, how did I get in here? Please get me out of here."

Grandpa Mark hurried immediately and opened the valve that allows wastewater to go down the tub drain to flush out the water from the bathtub. After some minutes, the bathtub emptied. Mark carried out the stone he had placed beside Santiago which had bridged him from being able to move his body.

"Oh, pardon me for placing this beside you. You were always flapping your hands in the air some moments ago, so I had to put this to help make your stay still so you won't fall out. Ah! I didn't think twice before trapping your hands with that. Pardon me, son."

A linen was tied around Santiago's waist with his chest completely bare. Grandpa helped him to stand up. The pain was much on his head.

"Here, sit" Grandpa helped him sit on a cushioned chair.

Santiago sat down, feeling his muscle relax a little bit.

Again he forced his mind to remember some things but the pain couldn't let him.

"Here, take this." Grandma who had gone out to get him water returned and handed the water to him.

Santiago took a sip, and gradually he gulped down the whole content but the pain in his head didn't stop.

"I want to go out, and take a walk," Santiago said. He wanted to ease the pain he felt.

"But son, you can't. You can only stay in this house. It's dangerous to wander around. It's not safe for me and your grandma if you get caught."

Santiago peered at them in confusion. Why can't he remember anything? He hated himself for that. Why would someone hold two old people just because he would be seen with them?

He made to stand up, his legs wobbled and he ended up storming back onto the cushioned chair.

"Careful son, you have to be very careful." Grandma Shiloh urged.

"I'm sorry son, it's all our fault you had to go through this, it's our fault we couldn't control the power that you ended up this way."

"What do you mean by that? What powers are you talking about?"

"Can't you remember son? You were here asking heaven to help you find R... Roselle have you forgotten?"

The two old people looked at each other afraid that maybe he had Amnesia.

If this was the case of Amnesia, there was no way they could take him to the hospital since people like them had been banned from entering the city. Especially, those who were the top fortune tellers known in the city of Stardust.

Five years ago when the grandparents escaped the police who wanted to arrest them for being fortune tellers, this house was the only place they could run to which was the house built by Shiloh's uncle who also was a fortune teller. Shiloh's uncle was killed after he foretold about a sitting governor of the state of Nogi, who was said to be involved in corruption.

Shiloh's uncle had through his social media handles, revealed the corrupt practices of a certain governor to who he did not mention his name. Two weeks later, the governor of Nogi was declared dead on the night of his 20th anniversary with his wife. It was said that he was murdered in cold blood in his room with his wife.

Shiloh's uncle was hunted and accused of having a hand in the governor's death. The Nogi state governor's men hunted him until he was killed in a planned accident. Since then, a law had been passed in the country that anyone who's discovered to be a fortune teller will be shot dead on the spot.

At the mention of Roselle's name, Santiago leaps in his seat. He felt something hit hard on his chest. The name sounded so familiar and he felt he had a close bond with the person his grandparents mentioned. Why had he come to seek heaven to know where this woman mentioned was?

As he was thinking about this, his head began to pound rapidly, he couldn't take it anymore. He was losing his memory. His eyes blurred and he saw a faint figure of a woman flickering in the air. The woman seemed to be crying for help, and a man was dragging her to lock her up.

Santiago stretched his hand, reaching out to grasp the lady's hands. He stood from his chair, moving forward to where the figure was going. It must be the woman her grandparents were talking about, he was sure of it.

As he stretched his hands further, Shiloh and Mark were surprised to see Santiago act in such a manner. Was he losing his mind? They reached out to grab the hand he was stretching to them. 'What if it was now he was seeing the real vision of where Roselle was?' The two thought at the same time.

Grandma held his hand aiding Santiago who was standing up. Santiago slipped and stumbled on the floor, leaving his grandparents to scream.

Santiago whimpered, feeling the pain strike his head more. He saw the man chaining the door of the cell where the figure was in. Santiago cried "No!!" He saw the man switching on a heater. "Stop you're gonna kill her!" He screamed. He saw the figure of the lady turn to look at him, he look up to see the face of the figure who was been tortured.