Pisces Rising's Arc

Chapter 5 of 6

Pisces Rising returned to the lattice the next morning. She placed her palms against its surface and whispered the old words, expecting the familiar hum. Instead, the prism flickered. New symbols appeared in the water below—not the usual coordinates and warnings, but something else. The lattice shifted into a swirl of colors she'd never seen before—violet bleeding into gold, then crystallizing into blue. The pattern looked like a portal suspended in light. She stepped back, but the vision followed her. It wasn't showing someone else's future. It was showing her. The symbols spelled out coordinates to a place she'd never been, and beneath them, a single word pulsed: origin. She grabbed the translucent diary from her shelf—the one where she recorded visions she couldn't understand yet. Her hands shook as she copied the symbols onto the first blank page. The lattice had never pointed inward before. Every prophecy had been about others, about futures she could help them navigate. But this vision insisted she was the subject. She pressed her palm to the page, hoping for clarity, but the lattice only showed her the same portal again, framed in stone and dripping water. Pisces Rising closed the diary and held it against her chest. The lattice had answered a question she'd never asked aloud: where did her translucent form come from? She'd always assumed she was born this way, that her gift was simply part of her. But the coordinates suggested otherwise—a specific place, a beginning she could find. She looked at the lattice, then at the diary in her hands. She could ignore this vision and continue proving her gift to skeptics. Or she could follow it and learn why she could see what others couldn't. The choice made her afraid, but she tucked the diary under her arm anyway. Tomorrow she would go to those coordinates. Tonight she would prepare to meet whatever truth was waiting there.