Oragwains

Drusoc Narian sat up with a start. He was covered in sweat. Although, the night air was warm, he did not think it was merely the heat. Something disturbed his sleep. It was a dream, but he couldn't remember what happened in it. He looked around the camp and all appeared quiet, but there was something out there. He could feel it in his bones.

Laying next to him, Kefen Narian, opened his eyes and asked, "Dru? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just have to pee," in a tone that indicated Kefen was supposed to go back to sleep.

Kefen's mind sent out a sharp slap across Dru's face. "Don't shut me out. What's wrong?"

Dru pleaded, "I'll tell you when I get back. Can I have a moment, please?"

Kefen decided he, too, had to go. Others in the camp got up, and one by one, they each took turns out in the jungle.

Kefen returned to camp and found Dru squatting in front of an area he had cleared of leaves, drawing with a twig. He pointed to the crude map of north America he had drawn. "This is where the disturbance originated. I can see the place in my mind's eye. There were many deaths. I fear we must return to The States, at least for a little while."

"Are you remote viewing now? Can you show me this place?"

Dru nodded and placed his hand on Kefen's cheek. "See," and their minds opened to each other, like so many times before. Images came rushing into Kefen's mind, jumbled and out of place. Then a clarity of vision allowed him to see to the place Dru was looking. It was a building 2 stories high with a man about to fall off the edge. The man wore a white robe that tied in the back. A patient. "This man murdered," and Dru took Kefen's vision down through the passages of the building, through the rooms and offices." He murdered all those people. All, but one. Their vision returned to the man on the rooftop. He had crawled back away from the edge. The man began to look around as if he was trying to find someone. Then he looked directly at Dru/Kefen. Their skin began to crawl with a cold sensation.

The remote viewing stopped almost at once. Dru presses his palms to his temple warding off a headache. Kefen was breathing heavy, waiting for his eyes to adjust to his current surroundings.

The others in the camp had gathered around, but kept a respectful distance. Interrupting a viewing was considered rude, and sometimes dangerous. Cheshin knelt down beside the two and asked, "What was that? I felt it. It was so cold on my skin." It was not really felt on Cheshin's skin, only a residual empathic reading, but Dru decided not to correct him. Cheshin quieted as he felt the mild corrective thought.

"It was cold, you got that right," Dru responded. "It may be the work of one of the Houses of Power. I don't think Thero is behind this, but perhaps the Tantra's or the Yogan, or even the Seishin."

Everyone nodded but Cheshin, "it is not Seishin. I can feel them now. They are deeply troubled. They want to speak with us." Cheshin's eyes started to glaze over, but stopped. He turned to those standing and said, "I'll go to them. I will be back soon." The air around him shimmered, and he was gone the next moment.

Etten was standing in the back. Thinking aloud he said, "I hope its not Oragwain."

Dru stiffened, "No! Dr. Oragwain is no more."

Kefen, too, felt a mind reaching out for him. A voice of power rose in his mind, attempting to clear itself a path to speak. It was Jueqel whose message he received. "Kefen will you come? Urgent."

"Thero wants something from us. I think we are needed there," Kefen said.

Dru considered this, "Yes, we will go." He turned to the camp and said, "but you others must try to reach the other Houses of Power. Find out what has to be done and who is behind his. Lets keep in constant contact. Remember, there is safety in one mind, we must be one mind."

The others chanted, "one mind."