Practice, practice, practice...

"Sisters, they are coming.  We must prepare," Awena told the others as she blew away the flames of her vision.  In it she had just seen Hewy and the others following the magpie she had sent to guide them.

​"Ah Hewy, you look as young as when we first met.  To bad it was never to be," she thought, but only for a moment as she would never have changed her life of being a Sleeping Sister. Before Awena had ever met Hewy and had fallen in love, she had been gifted with the talent of clear knowing.  

Of all of the intuitive abilities - the clear knowing is the strongest as Awena receives prophetic dreams and visions of future events.  She instantly knows which are true and which are not.  When she had met Hewy those many, many years ago, it had been a surprise to her as she had never had a vision of him before that day.  There were times afterwards, while she was serving as a novice in the Order, that she tried to see him in her visions but he was always cloudy and the dreams were never clear.  Only recently as she was trying a new higher order lesson to enhance her abilities did she start to understand why.

Awena had been thrilled back then to be asked to join the Order of the Sleeping Sisters because of her ability.  Her first task as a novice was working in the huge library so she could begin her studies of the Language of the Flowers.  She was surprised to also find that they not only had the Language of the Flowers but Sign Language, Ogham Letters, and the Ganome shorthand she had learned as a child. She soon learned that the flower language was slow (who knew that flowers didn't talk very fast), as compared to her Ganome shorthand. She started to explore the great library in her boredom.  It was during those explorations when she discovered the prophecy.  It was a very obscure reference to a time when a Wish Dragon would make a choice that could change the Realms and how a Troll would play a part in the balance.  Reading the prophecy reminded her of Hewy, so she read it again and again and again until she had memorized it.

It was while she was practicing her new lesson when a thought of Hewy popped into her head. The magic just happened and the prophecy became clear to her.  The Troll in the story was Hewy and the events predicted in the prophecy were now!

"Hewy, my love, our future may all depend on you.  I hope you and your friends are ready for the story I will tell when you arrive," she told herself.