'Thank you Mum, that ice tea was so needed'

'I bet, but can I ask you though?'

'Ask what?'

My Dad entered the Dining Hall, straight in face, with distressed looking eyes staring forward at me before cutting in from Mum. 

'What did you see in your sleep?', he said.

That which frightened me, as I'd never seen my Dad so seriously concerned before. I felt deeply confused, but had only my parents to turn to. As deranged as I was I explained my dream.

'I was in a room, with many lights, it was so strange...I don't know'

As I started overthinking, my Mum took my hand to reassure me with a heart warming smile. I calmed myself and cooled my temper.

'Alright, Octavia details please', impatiently my dad requested.

'Okay, I was in a room, lights in a strange pattern looked down on me'

'Like this?', my mum mumbled, showing me a photo from her smart phone of the very same pattern I'd seen on the ceiling back in my bedroom.

'Yes and it was so hot, but there was a guy and he helped me up'

'Okay...', dad responded.

'I saw Jacob, Malcolm and a lot of other people stood behind the guy as though waiting for me' 

Both my parents stared at each other, as though agreeing to tell me something. Then my dad told me to follow him. So I followed him as he directed me took the door of the basement he'd never let me enter in the past. 

As we climbed down the basement staircase I blubbered.

'Why is this happening to me?', 'Did I do that to my bedroom?'

'Yes you did...truth is, like your Mother, Brothers and I, you're a Preceptor'

'what is that, how does that make any sense?'

'Calm yourself, in time it will make sense'

Telling me the story of the Preceptors and how we came to existence, he took me by my arm. Apparently, there once lived a Light Warlock who despised a tribe of humans because they murdered the one person that he loved as sacrifice to their God, so in order to avenge that person, he turned Dark. Casting a heritable curse on the tribe, but failing at the process, never completing it before the day of his death, instead it became neither a blessing or curse.

'You see, there are three categories of Preceptors'.

He'd made clear to me that, Vision, Mind and Combat. Usually a Preceptor fits into one of the three categories, but I fit so far two of them. Firstly Vision, I had a premonition last night. Secondly Combat, I can create blue flames at will, well not exactly yet but dad said those flames caused for them to seal my symbol when I had first shown signs of the power as a baby. 

'Every Preceptor has one, why has never been clear, but like a birthmark to average humans, it's a feature which helps us distinguish from each Preceptor'. as he explained, my Dad took it upon himself to show me his.

Now I have to be assessed for Mind, that means he has to remove the seal placed on my symbol. Once I take the test there will be no turning back and if I turn out to be a VMC Preceptor, I will be one of two known to exist, that frightens me. 

But I wonder, who is this other VMC?

TO BE CONTINUED...