Fan-fiction: Continued tales of a Visionary

While a Visionary is Unaware

"Chandra!"

She slowly looked up and at the approaching woman. Agent Chandra smiled pleasantly, pushing aside her sorrow.

Devra, a doctor, scientist and one of the few non-supes not an official BADGE employee to have reasonable access to the area, had a wide grin on her face.

They embraced warmly, then Chandra motioned Devra to take a seat next to her while she finished her admittedly low-quality lunch. She tried to chew on something resembling mashed potatoes, then gave up and drank more water instead.

"When's the last time we saw each other? Diwali?" queried Devra.

"Probably Diwali of two years ago," sighed Chandra. It's nice to see you again, really. Been too long.

"Oh yes. The food was sooo good too," chuckled Devra. "Far better than what you were attempting to digest."

Chandra laughed softly, as she absent-mindedly twirled her fork in a pile of mushy vegetables.

Devra frowned, but Chandra didn't appear to pay it any attention.

"Um, your head seems to be in the clouds there, sweetie?"

"Oh, sorry. Just in thought. Sorry about that."

"Mm-hmm. Chandra, I don't have your ability but I can tell you're not all here. What's bothering you?"

From there, Chandra slowly told her friend about her boyfriend, a man who relatively recently came into his powers, before forging his path as a superpowered hero. She said that despite his efforts and will, he had been unable to unlock whatever history or other memories laid deep in his mind. She was nearly at the point of tears when she explained how he was now in a coma - and nobody could tell when he may be coming out of it. Devra clasped her friend's hands at the revelation.

"Stay firm," Devra said sternly. "When - not if - he comes out of it, and has time to recover, things will be better than ever."

Chandra smiled.

"We can double date! The guys can exchange hero stories while we girls go and watch some cricket. The CPL promises to be epic this season," exclaimed Devra.

"There probably aren't too many heroes around here who're any good at cricket, much less know anything about it," laughed Chandra, her prior worries taking a backseat.

"That's the spirit. Don't let me see you in the dumps anytime soon, now."

"Promise, promise," said Chandra.

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Fan-Fiction: Continued Tales of a Visionary

A past vision of a Visionary

The feeling was uncomfortable, but it wasn't painful. Elijah saw fast-moving clouds of grey but nothing else - not a bird, plane, or even the ground. He wasn't quite sure of where he was, only that he felt somewhat disoriented. He tried to turn but everything was the same, seemingly floating along an endless current of grey clouds in an even greyer sky.

He wasn't dead, he was nearly certain of that. Ever since discovering his ability, he had done enough studies on other people with abilities to appreciate that there were others who reported feeling as though they were in another plane of reality, whether it was a mental sensation, or a physical move like teleportation. Elijah tried to close his eyes, but the grey seemed all-encompassing. He began to count, but couldn't make it to six before he lost track of the next number. Thoughts flickered and fluttered.

An aircraft scarcely larger than a large jeep tumbled towards ground, its small engine engulfed in flame. Behind is sped a fierce-looking demon, wings peeled back and amber eyes burning with rage. It shrieked as it was intercepted by a bolt of brilliant fire, shot out from the fists of a man wearing a white top and red trousers. The man immediately raced towards the now downed vessel, then proceeded to tear the roof off. A shorter woman leapt out and ran to a comparably safe location on what was clearly a battlefield.

As Elijah scoped his environment, he realized that it was no ordinary battlefield, but a complete and total warzone. Men, women, creatures, vehicular armaments and giants littered the area haphazardly. He found himself running in the direction of a young woman with a pixie-cut hairstyle, wearing a yellow bodysuit with blue trim, who was generating a large reddish energy shield to protect against a volley of explosive blasts. Without blinking, Elijah shot an energy wave of his own, and was surprised to see that it was a totally unfamiliar colour, shape and style. He thrust his other hand out, to the same effect. The enemy forces retreated, allowing the young woman to draw back her shield momentarily.

"Valina! The prince -" Elijah found himself shouting.

"He's alright!... for now!" the woman shouted back. "But we need to get the others away, he's surrounded on all sides..."

"I'm right behind you! Go!" he called out.

Valina motioned to the other man, the one with the fire-generating ability, and he immediately jumped forwards, trails of fire left in his wake. Valina quickly took flight, flanking the fire-wielding man.

Elijah ran, quicker than he thought he could ever run, but was trailing his allies by some distance. He looked left and right, observing the continuing carnage without pausing his dash. Eventually, he reached the others who were in the midst of a melee.

Valina had engaged a grotesque, extremely large creature. She fired energy beams which drove the creature backwards. It snarled and cursed in a strange language, before opening its mouth wide and emitting a white energy blast. Valina ducked quickly and rolled to her left.

Another large behemoth, slightly taller and stronger-looking, slashed with muscular yet jagged arms, at a young man who wore a navy blue battle suit. This man wielded a pair of short swords, and used both to deflect the brutal swing of the monster. It reared up as if to jump in the sword-wielder's face, then was struck by a barrage of fireballs. It stumbled backwards as the fire-wielding man charged in.

Elijah ran towards the centre of the melee, only to see a man wearing red armour and blue armoured trousers along with a blue cape, reeling under an onslaught of energy beams from a towering figure, its suit fully black and face enclosed by a black helm. Elijah sensed that this was the most evil force in all of existence.

The black-helmed figure turned and fixed his gaze on Elijah. The caped warrior dropped to a knee, trying to catch his breath.

It spoke slowly, sinisterly. "You... You and your warriors are done."

"We will never be done," Elijah said with pride.

"They call you the Visionary," it replied, "But after all these centuries, your end is here. Your vision ends here. Your cycle of renewal will fail today."

It charged, quicker than light. Elijah, transfixed by the words of his assailant, tried to raise an arm.

It was futile. His world went white, then he saw himself falling to ground. He saw sky overhead, but could not move a muscle.

Voices around him.

"Stop him now!"

"We will triumph!"

"Macaia, try and keep him alive!"

Elijah groaned.

He blinked. He saw a fire trail, bright as the sun, as the man in white and red soared above him. Elijah thought, I got us some time.

His vision darkened. He had felt pain, but it was receding.

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Somewhere in Antarctica, a man, covered in warm blankets, was quickly hauled onto a gurney and taken to a BADGE shuttlecraft. His life signs were faint, but his pulse appeared to be picking back up. On the other end of his comms, a female voice was pleading for someone to talk to her.

--- Visionary

--- ID: 35977

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Fan-Fiction: Continued Tales of a Visionary

Decisions for a Visionary

Snow and bitter cold wasn't a situation that Elijah was experienced in by any stretch of the imagination, and he struggled to maintain his composure as his team descended into the New Meta City outskirts. His shivering arms and chattering teeth seemed a perfect representation of his feelings at the time.

"Let's go!" called out the BADGE officer assigned to marshall the combination of heroes from various leagues to the area where the dimensional rift had formed. With a shout, Elijah leapt forward and ran towards the fray.

It did not take long for Elijah to get the gauge of what these particular enemies were. Goblins and orcs, creatures he had read of as a teenager, swarmed around his group. Despite the missive to disable where possible without harming them, he knew that if they couldn't accomplish it within minutes, they'd have little choice but to use more dangerous methods. A club swing aimed at his head nearly made Elijah's concerns moot, but he was able to dodge the blow and deliver a heavy energy blast, sending the creature tumbling away.

He heard a stern, if not angry voice nearby. Turning his head, he saw in the distance the creature known to many as 'Midgard'... and seeing such a renown force only a few yards away yet larger than he imagined, made him stare in awe for a moment.

Midgard appeared to be in an argument with a satyr-looking person, who for his part seemed to have some ability to conjure vines from the icy ground, and Elijah inched a little closer, inadvertently.

The satyr thrust a bolt of magical energy at Midgard, and Elijah wondered if this skirmish was going to turn into a free-for-all melee.

A pair of tiny-yet-menacing goblins smacked Elijah in his knees, temporarily sending him to the ground. He turned to face his assailants, who quickly dashed off in the direction of other heroes. "They really got all kinds down here," he shrugged as he rose to his feet.

A portal opened and Midgard fell through, only to reappear a short distance away. Elijah looked on as another human-like creature appeared, sealing the portal. He didn't yet know this character, but could sense that he had amazing abilities of his own. Still perplexed by what was transpiring, Elijah nevertheless was forced to re-engage in the skirmish as larger orc-like creatures dashed towards him. Above, he saw a pair of wyverns target the giant Serpent.

These strange new worlds, literally right next door to us,... imagine that, he thought.

Beams of light flew over and around him and everybody else in the vicinity. He flinched, but felt no ill effect from the strange wave. The horde of goblins and orcs, however, stopped in their tracks and stood as if in a bewildered trance.

He turned, and saw the satyr, flanked by the portal-summoning person and a woman that appeared to look like Chase from BADGE. He began to slowly walk towards them, seeing if there was anything he could help with.

He was interrupted by a voice in his comms. It crackled, as if the connection was intermittent.

"Chandra?"

"Hey! You're on your feet, good. How are you handling -"

"I'm actually feeling great! Don't even feel the cold anymore."

"That's good news. I don't have any good news of my own to share though..."

Elijah stopped walking. "What is it?"

Chandra's voice betrayed her mood. "The study... is closed. We have no leads on any of the visions."

Elijah's mouth clenched.

"What this means though, is that you're fully free to pursue any path you want though. You can even apply to join BADGE in an official capacity - a taskforce, even... although the risks associated with it are quite high these days."

"I'm quite happy with my league," Elijah said pointedly. "Sorry, for being abrupt," he added quickly, feeling immediately sheepish.

"If your visions return, maybe they'll guide your next steps. Your barbering career though, might be on permanent hiatus," she joked.

"Not your best effort, Chandra," replied Elijah.

"I know."

"As long as you aren't reassigned to the Orbital Arena permanently or anything like that, I'm okay," he smiled.

"Promise."

"Talk soon," Elijah said as he resumed surveying the landscape. The sky was clear and cloudless. It was bright, although there was practically zero warmth. He looked a little to his left and saw a human flying in the air. He wore a white-and-red outfit and flames trailed from his limbs. The man waved at everybody below.

Elijah stared.

Then, he blinked rapidly.

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"What the -" said a BADGE agent as he saw one of the heroes start to spasm rapidly. He ran quickly, catching Elijah before he collapsed. He looked at Elijah, and saw a man with his pupils shrink to pinpricks before expanding to a silvery-white. They began to flash rapidly and a spiral-like shape briefly appeared in each pupil before they returned to normal size. The agent slowly lowered Elijah, allowing him to rest in his lap.

As the agent began to initiate a call for assistance, he didn't notice as a small, faint scar appeared just above Elijah's left eyelid. It was in the shape of a four-pointed star.

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Continued Tales of a Visionary

Chandra and a Director

(Not long before Director Nova confronts Lady Echidna)

Agent Chandra practically flopped into the seat opposite her superior officer, momentarily letting her guard down and emotions show. To her credit, she knew that Director Nova was in a relatively relaxed frame of mind. Not for the first time, she marvelled at how well he was able to maintain a stoic aura about him no matter the circumstance.

After giving a brief update on her mission, Chandra allowed Nova to respond.

"There are four possibilities, Chandra.

"It's not the past. I would have been there, been aware, or had some evidence of those happenings revealed in one form or another.

"If it's the future, then we would need to understand the scale of the threat... and in the event that the threat be a scenario where we would not be able to neutralize it, would then need to find out if casualties can be minimalized.

"If somehow it's visions of an alternative reality, then we'd need to find common markers, landmarks, combatants. Since we have not found a single connection after analyzing every aspect of the images, we will probably disregard this particular hypothesis.

"Finally, if it's a separate dimension or realm altogether, then we're again in a position of not having information. We reached out to all active leagues since we became aware of everything here, and not a single one responded to show any familiarity."

"We're eliminating 1 and 4, then," said Chandra.

Director Nova blinked. "Correct. It's most likely 2, with 3 being a remote possibility. However, we can't put a lot of resources - if any - into speculative research at this time. Farseers, or fortune tellers as they're sometimes called, get by far the largest degree of skepticism among those here with special abilities - morphon-induced or otherwise. We don't even employ anybody claiming to have precognitive skills at BADGE as it's such a difficult science to trust."

Reluctantly, we're going to have to shut the project down. Something does nibble at my mind on this, however we have larger and more pressing concerns at the moment. You'll have one further month to continue investigating, although I doubt anything new will be revealed. File your final report with myself or Agent Justin at that time.

Chandra nodded, then rose and left the room.

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Chandra and Chase

(After Nova has fallen to Echidna's clutches)

Chandra sighed loudly.

Nova is gone, while Agent Justin had become so singularly focused on the Lady Echidna situation, he had no time for anything else on BADGE's radar, whether big or small. Chandra didn't resent Justin for it - the Director meant so much to everybody affiliated with BADGE that it was a bit of a wonder that they didn't go all out to rescue him.

She had begun to seriously consider reaching out to E.B. for advice when she nearly bumped into a dark-haired slender woman clad in an all-black uniform while swiping furiously across the electronic tablet she was carrying.

"Oh... sorry, Chase," Chandra said with a slight bow of her head.

Chase looked up from her device and smiled slightly. "Agent Chandra, haven't seen you in a while. You'll have to forgive me, I'm insanely busy studying -" she paused at seeing a look of sadness at her colleague.

Chandra opened her mouth then closed it quickly. She didn't want to appear frantic.

"Something's going on. Come, I can make time... tell me what's on your mind."

They walked towards the lunch room, Chandra giving what she hoped was a professional depiction of her experiences trying to understand Elijah's story. When they sat down, Chandra used Chase's tablet to access the report she wrote up. Chase skimmed through the sections, nodding throughout.

Chase sighed, but smiled at her colleague.

"You know, you're completely free to see Elijah on a purely social level."

"Um, what?" exclaimed Chandra.

"It may very well be a relief and a bit of a break of sorts... listen Chandra, I sometimes wish that I could be in a social situation with someone I cared for, without trying to analyze the effects on my colleagues or my current role. Right now, it's simply not possible."

Noticing the sadness in Chase's voice, Chandra nodded in understanding. There was no need to probe even slightly, her mind. The emotionally unguarded Chase was a bit of a surprise to see, but Chandra appreciated it. They clasped hands in understanding then parted ways.

--- Visionary

--- ID: 35977

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FAN-FICTION CONTEST July: Trials of a Visionary

The construct wasn't as large as the 'real deal' creature fought in Scandinavia a few weeks back, and it definitely didn't smell the same, but it looked menacing enough, thought Elijah. He slid quickly to the left, avoiding a heavy paw slamming to the ground, before thrusting a bolt of energy at the beast's head. His allies in the simulation - fellow leaguemates, but also a few people unfamiliar to him - had spread out and strafed the Fenrir construct from the ground, and in the case of a few, the air as well.



Fenrir raid"What core do you have equipped?" shouted the masked person to his right as he threw a fireball. The beast seemed unaffected by the assault.

"Supe!" he replied quickly.

"My league suggested I go with Tech!" the masked man said, before he was forced to retreat away as the Fenrir lunged forwards before spinning away.

Elijah was still getting used to the experimenting with equipment configuration. From League Wars to BADGE-sponsored raids to Atlas Protocol emergencies, he found himself having to try different setups to try and vanquish enemies, or in the case of the meteor strikes, deflect with minimal injury to self or others. He knew his disadvantage in selection choice, but was encouraged to seek the BADGE raids as a chance to improve the options. Being strong, smart and relatively durable wasn't going to be enough, his allies in his league reminded him.

A brown-haired woman clad in navy blue stumbled and fell as she attempted to thrust a spear in the beast's side. With no hesitation, Elijah dashed to her side and pulled her away before Fenrir's maw struck.

She was on the verge of tears. "How long does this last?"

Elijah protectively stood in front of her, allowing her to catch her breath. "Not sure, but hang in there. Nobody falters today."

She smirked, although with Elijah's back to her, he didn't notice. "My heeeeero."

"Yeah, yeah. Just stay with us and we'll win," he replied stoically.

She walked next to him and threw an arm outwards. On another side, the masked man returned.

"Um, I hope that 'us' includes Skynett or the Chaos Theory members," wheezed the masked man, "else we're gonna be spent forces..."

With a nod to his temporary allies, Elijah dashed in again, landing blows with as much fury as he could muster. Thoughts of a future upgrade to his equipment remained ever-present.

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Fan-Fiction: Budding - a Visionary's Story

Weeks passed, then months. Elijah didn't experience any new visions, and the updates from official BADGE channels diminished to a trickle.

If not for his budding friendship - with potential for more - with Agent Chandra, then Elijah would probably have forgotten that he was a person of interest in the first place, outside of his special abilities, that is.

During a brief period between league war tournaments and when he had just moved to one of the more veteran SOB groups, he asked Chandra on a date.

"Why would I mix business with, well, whatever you're suggesting?" she asked, not unkindly.

"I think I'd simply like to get to know you as Chandra, without the 'Agent' prefix. After all, you know way more about me than I do about you. Would you oblige?"

Agent Chandra sighed. "This would be difficult, but yes. I'd be happy to."

"You do know I have abilities of my own, right?" she asked as they walked through the nature trail. She liked that Elijah suggested an activity that wasn't the typical 'dinner and a show', and the weather was perfect for a slow hike.

"I do."

"Primarily that of suggestion?"

"I noticed that early on."

"Do you fear that I might have encouraged you inappropriately?"

Elijah reactively touched her hand. It was brief, but deliberate.

"You have not once done a thing that was against my wishes, Chandra. I like you. And, I surely didn't need any mental prodding to ask you out. On the flip side," he continued, clasping both of her hands, "who's to say I haven't 'encouraged' you to join me?"

Chandra pulled her hands back quickly then held them to her mouth to stifle a protest.

Elijah chuckled. "Gotcha!"

Chandra burst out laughing. After a few seconds, she said, "You're shrewd, you know."

Elijah threw a balled up set of leaves at her.

"I know. Race you to the clearing!"

They ran, laughing all the way.

--- Visionary

--- ID: 35977

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Fan-Fiction - March 2023 - League Battle Play (A Visionary Story)

"How are you able to switch forms that quickly?" asked the woman calling herself ᛖץร₮ίČ. Her mouth was agape at seeing Elijah channel a defensive energy shield only to mold it into a ball of crackling light and propel it towards the stationary target at the other end of the training room.

Elijah wiped his brow, then grabbed a towel. "No idea. Guess it's just hard training."

"Nonsense," she replied. "You're naturally gifted, bud. You're going to do more than hold your own in this competition." She patted him on the shoulder before walking to the women's locker room.

Face concealed by the towel, Elijah whispered to himself, "Maybe..."

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It wasn't exactly a 'cobbled-together' side, but the SOB Free City squad had a clear plan and reasonable expectations. The few pre-tournament sessions that Elijah was able to participate in showed that despite a relative lack of battle experience, he more than made up for it with determination and quick wits. Each of his teammates readily encouraged him while sparring and he was more than ready to compete. He thought he briefly saw Chandra looking on, but put the thought out of his mind. To him, distractions of any kind would only weaken him.

As the competition began, he found himself quickly at the advantage. It was as if there was no pressure to perform, and he could feel the flow of battle at a comfortable pace. Round 1 went quickly and Elijah noticed he felt little fatigue.

"We may pull off an unexpected table-topping," smiled ᛖץร₮ίČ.

"You think so?"

"There's a seeming lack of mini-monsters among us, which means anybody has a realistic chance, bud. And we,... are going to make the possible, into reality."

She got up, and dashed to the arena, but not before punching Elijah softly on the shoulder. "Follow IѦᔕᴉƚҽ's lead!"

Elijah rose to his feet, still perplexed at how she was able to pronounce the names of his teammates so easily.

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Victory came, and again. Elijah was part of a championship team at the first attempt.

Later, he was seated at a table, taking a slight break from the raucous celebrations of the SOB faithful.

"Not bad, but what do you have planned next?" came a voice. Elijah turned, and saw in the distance a shadowed form, but with a familiar voice. He rose and silently walked towards it.

"Keep growing, keep pushing," Elijah smiled.

Chandra smiled. "I am beyond happy to hear it. Stay with this clan, they are constantly encouraging each other and have little fear of failure. We - I - will keep watching you and cheering for you."

Elijah fought hard not to blush, instead raising his glass in appreciation, then walked away before he fumbled a response.

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FAN-FICTION CONTEST January 2023 - Visionary's Story Part III

"Mendez's work is always accurate, there's never been a flaw in his paintings. I have no doubt this is a perfect representation of Mr. Andrew's vision, Director," said the woman.

Director Nova continued to stare at the monitor, where a fully digitized scan of Mr. Mendez's artwork was displayed. He touched the screen, using his fingers to zoom in on certain points, then slid the image over to look at a different section. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, but the woman remained unmoving.

"Chandra," he finally said, "I've seen a lot. But this... none of this is familiar. The psychiatrists' reports seem correct. Therefore, Mr. Andrew's theory may be a little skewed. It may not be from the past, but it may be from a different reality or a different dimension."

He handed a stack of papers to the woman, who accepted them without hesitation.

"I wish I could give this more thought, but I trust you to oversee any new developments that may arise. That confounded volleyball match and the media obsession took much longer than anticipated and there's some logistics with the Olympiad to sort out with haste."

"Certainly, Director. It is good that at least BADGE can resume frontline activities now that the World Corps was exposed."

"You have no idea how relieved I am," Nova replied. "As for this, send this image to the existing league leaders - if they recognize anything, they can alert us. Don't go into any extra detail. On Mr. Andrew, how does he feel about joining a league?"

For the first time, Chandra felt uncertain. Her head slightly tilted, she said, "I think he may be interested in joining a group, but we've yet to discuss it at length."

"Have that conversation. It may do him well to participate in league activity. It may spur his mind to call upon - or recall - anything else of value."

Bowing her head slightly, she left the room.

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Elijah was at the bench press station when Chandra, accompanied by the three others from the previous meeting, approached. Elijah sat up, wiping his brow and feeling that his workout was going to be fully interrupted.

"How are you enjoying the facility?" asked the psychologist as he fiddled with his glasses.

"Pretty good, actually," he smiled, "This is the nicest gym I've ever been in. That room over there where you get to shoot energy blasts at holograms though,... takes the cake."

"And how are you finding the actual ability to shoot energy blasts?"

"I'm getting better," he said wanly. "At first I thought it was only an instinctual thing, but I'm getting to control it... both its impact and its intensity. Guess they'll have to get me a super-suit next."

"I am happy to see such progress," said Chandra as she put a reassuring hand on Elijah's shoulder, making him feel flush. He leaned backwards slightly, and Chandra quickly drew her hand away. "We think it's good for you to join an existing league, the sooner, the better."

"A what now?" exclaimed Elijah. "I'm just getting my feet wet. I haven't even faced a real villain yet!"

"You defeated two crooks on your own in under a minute," offered one of the other men. "They were just guys," Elijah scoffed in response. "Anyone with a taser and their wits could have stopped them."

"You have a gift," said Chandra, "Something the average man or woman doesn't. With training and guidance, who knows how that gift may evolve and reveal itself even more.

She gave him a handbook. "We looked at potential leagues with entry-level invitations, for lack of a better term. The one depicted here, it's a large family of leagues with varied skillsets and mission objectives. They should serve you well as you discover more about yourself and what you're capable of. Have a read-through, and let me know if you're interested -"

"I'm in." Elijah rose to his feet. "Next step?"

"A hero name, perhaps," smiled Chandra as she walked away. The others turned to follow her.

"And then, a super-suit."

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Fan-fiction Contest November - Open - Visionary's Story Part II

"How are you certain your visions aren't of a future? With all the stories of time travel going on, it's not impossible that what you're seeing hasn't come to pass..." offered the psychologist. He and three others sat at different distances from Elijah, who was reclining on a faux-leather sofa and not feeling as comfortable as he would have liked.

Elijah replied, "No... I feel like I've already gone through this. How could this be something yet to come?"

Adjusting his glasses, the psychologist calmly said, "It is possible you've gone through this, but was sent to the past. We will need to do some more observations."

Rapidly getting to his feet, Elijah held back his frustration. "No! I am tired. Scans and probes, scans and probes. I already told the last set of people. If I'm living in the past, then take the information you have and do what you will, but I just want to go home." He stomped towards the door, but one of the other 'observers' moved to block his path. She held her arms out, but smiled softly.

"Just one thing, and we'll let you leave. Please?" she said quietly, her eyes seeming to grow larger with every word. Elijah's words of protest froze before they left his mouth, as his gaze was fully on the woman. Was he beguiled? He wasn't quite sure, but he nodded slowly.

She touched his shoulder, and Elijah's body nearly collapsed. "All I ask is that you carefully describe one of your visions. We have records of what you claimed to see, but we now have with us someone who can sketch your thoughts. Leave no trace. Give us a way to map your vision."

Still breathless, he walked back to the sofa. The woman sat next to him, then motioned to the psychologist. He pressed a button on a pad on the desk. After a few seconds, another man walked in, hair wild and untamed and dressed in a spectacularly-coloured outfit that shimmered and shone in the well-lit room. A BADGE agent followed, carrying what appeared to be an art easel, but with transparent paper. Elijah curiously looked at the wild-haired gentleman, then back to the woman.

She touched his forehead and Elijah felt faint.

"Nothing to fear, I promise. We are going to see exactly what you see. Now,... show us your vision. The one of battle and who exactly were your allies and adversaries. And where, if on this planet or another, it took place. Spare no detail."

Elijah's eyes closed. He could see everything. It was clear as the first time he saw it. He talked. As requested, no detail was spared. After two hours, he was finished,... and so was the mysterious sketch artist.

Everybody looked at the easel with amazement.

"What do you think?" asked the psychologist to the woman. "Do we escalate?"

Rising to her feet, the woman nodded and even Elijah snapped out of his trance. "Yes, the Director will want to be aware of this finding."

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