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Two miles above the freeway, she received one final vision.
Pictures, flowing fast through her mind,
of balls of fire in the sky,
dirt monsters emerging from sleep,
swords in a graveyard,
Kingman's Bluff,
prisons shaped like donuts,
magic staining hair in darkness,
snake-tongued statues,
a coven sending power across continents,
and death, death and destruction, and so much sadness.
The images came accompanied by a blinding headache - just like they had pre-birthday - and a conviction that only one man could prevent the oncoming disaster.
But she was all glowy, and still getting higher, so she couldn't exactly tell anyone.