The invisible strings continued to tug at me, only this time, it felt like ropes. Unlike Damon’s pull, this felt violent, and it took all I had to stay grounded. Instead of fleeing like a smart person would have done, I wanted to find the source. The trail led to the last person I expected to see at a concert… President Seiler. He was standing beside the stage, glancing from the band to the crowd, holding a small blue orb that filled his palm. The shimmer urged me closer. Various shapes formed and disappeared on it and, as I inched closer, I was certain I saw the shape of a face. The pull was from the orb, and it was calling me. My mind suddenly went blank as I started to fall into its pull.
“NO! DON’T!”
A force of energy from behind pushed me away from the glowing orb and back into the
