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Blind Sight: Through The Eyes Of Leocardo Reyes

Ermisenda Alvarez



BlindSightLeoBookCoverA loud and irritable buzzing sound awoke Leocardo as his phone rang in his pocket. It took him a moment to register what it was so he missed the call before he could answer it. He pulled it out and when he saw that it was Ana, he placed the phone down and rubbed his eyes with the base of his palms. With his head resting in his hands, he felt a wave of tiredness wash over him and he rested there half-conscious. He did not want to wake up to see his sister in a coma.

He tried to recall his dream. There had been some kind of tower and he knew Odette was at the top. He climbed the never ending spiral staircase. The air thinned as he went higher and he gasped for breath. He stumbled as he tried to climb further, but felt a powerful drowsiness that overtook him. It had been the same feeling as when he had first arrived in Nevaeh, but this time he knew it was Edaion that had sedated him. He struggled against the drowsiness; he hated it so much. He detested the feeling of being drugged. As he felt his eyelids weigh down over his eyes, he tried to teleport to the top, to where Odette waited for him to return. “Don’t forget me,” he begged, trying to hurry. His vision blurred.

Leocardo snapped himself awake and wiped his mouth. The dream had unnerved him, would Edaion separate him and Odette? He rose to his feet, looked over to his sleeping sister, and his heart faltered. He left the room. In his pockets he still had the premonitions he had taken from Ana. The buildings meant something. There was purpose to the damaged premonition. Ana preferred to look at the faces, the ghosts behind them, but he knew Odette was not a medium, she was a seer.

Leocardo went to Daisy’s home. He was not sure if she would accept him again. The last time he had been there he had left rather abruptly. He hoped she did not think he did not appreciate the information she had provided. His knuckles rapped on the door.

Daisy answered and pursed her lips when she saw who it was. “Hello, again.”

“Hi, I’m sorry about how I left last time but…what you told me…it really meant a lot to me,” he insisted. “I can’t tell you why it upset me either.”

“That’s alright, boy,” she patronized. She began to close the door.

“Wait,” he urged, reaching out to stop the door from closing. Her eyes widened, afraid. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to know if you can interpret this drawing. I need help.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

“It’s not like that.” He grew irritated and tried to control his frustration. This would get him nowhere. His hand dropped from the door. He pulled out the charred drawing and held it up. “Can you tell me anything about this drawing? What do you see?”

A look of confusion emerged on Daisy’s face. “It looks like a building. The paper has been burned.”

“Where is the building? Can you recognize it?”

“No, of course not. I am not a seer, I can’t help you. I’m not Devna. I didn’t even know her. Stop bothering me!”

Leocardo took a moment to slow down his breathing, calm his nerves and loosen his demands.

“I’m desperate. My sister, she’s a seer. I need to know what she drew,” he begged. Daisy’s stern lip and posture softened.

“Do you know what you’re suggesting?” Her small, beetle-like eyes narrowed.

“She’s blind,” Leocardo whispered, his voice hoarse. “But she drew this. She drew many other pictures. I need to know if you can help me. Please.”

Daisy disappeared into the house without another word. The door was left open and Leocardo stood there, lost. Did he enter the home or wait until she returned? To his relief, she returned shortly. Her stubby fingers reached for his hand. Within his palm she placed a folded piece of paper and closed his fingers over it.

“Investigate every possible building, check history dates for past fires. Every detail on that drawing has been done on purpose. She did not burn the side for no reason. If what you say is true, take care of your sister. I can’t help you with anything more than that.” She squeezed his hand.

“What have you given me?” Leocardo asked. Daisy released his enclosed hand. His fingers were rigid around the rough parchment.

“A page from my grandmother’s diary; she recorded one of Devna’s last premonitions, I have no use for it,” Daisy murmured, ironing out the ends of her apron with her plump hands. Before she turned away and disappeared within the narrow home, she whispered to Leocardo with tears in her eyes, “I am so sorry for your sister.”

“Why?” Leocardo had not told her anything about Odette’s coma, but Daisy was already gone and the door had clicked into place.

The diary entry was on crumpled, ragged sepia parchment. At first Leocardo did not dare to open it, as if opening it would unleash the horrors of Devna’s premonition made so many years ago. When he unfolded the dated parchment, he felt shards of ice puncture his heart. Amongst the cursive, elegant handwriting was a quote. It caught his eye because it had been defined repeatedly, as Daisy’s grandmother rewrote the words on top of each other, the lettering hissed from the pages: From foreign lands, daughter of kings, she whose blindness sees.


Leocardo rushed to the library. He searched the internet and library database for past fires. There were not enough fires to make it a significant issue within Edaion, and therefore, little had been written on it. The most useful tool he had was a collection of newspaper clippings held within the library. He flicked through them so quickly some of them tore. He felt like he was about to rip out his hair.

Devna’s words continued to haunt him. Leocardo could vividly imagine Devna frozen, her lips uttering the words in a trance, the hazy premonition embedding itself into the parchment to be heard by him one hundred years later. Odette’s presence had already been set in stone and had been for decades. Daisy’s grandmother must have thought that one of the royals would become a seer, but Odette Reyes was a daughter of kings. Reyes translated to kings in Spanish. Did the Dawsons know this? This may have been why King Alexander had wanted Devna as a lover, to have a royal seer. But then again…Daisy had the diary entry and therefore Devna must have had the premonition at home rather than in the bed chamber of Alexander. It was impossible to know now.

Whether King Alexander knew mattered little. Leocardo knew Odette was a seer. Ana thought Odette was a medium, but regardless they both agreed a message was being sent, a puzzle they needed to solve. What mattered was discovering what building she had drawn to save those inside. Leocardo left the library feeling nauseous. It took him five teleportation jumps to arrive to the pool.

He swung his gaze and searched for Tatiana. Maybe she could help him. If she led him nowhere then he would try Claudia, Peter, Nate, Cameron, and even Kate. Anyone he had come into contact with could provide him with some new information. Tatiana was nowhere to be seen. He was ready to storm into the female changing room just to check but restrained himself. He did not want to be banned from the pool; swimming kept him from having a nervous breakdown.

Leocardo exited the pool to encounter a blast of chilling winter air. He gritted his teeth and squinted against the pain.

“What are you staring at?” Tatiana’s voice lifted his spirits. He turned and found her walking toward the pool.

“Tatiana.” He restrained himself from exclaiming, or hugging her. He knew that would be a recipe for disaster. “I need your help.”

“I don’t do help.” She murmured as she brushed past him.

“Please.” He reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. Tatiana’s head snapped in his direction, a dangerous flame flickered in her eyes. He let go of her wrist. Desperately, he pulled out the drawing of the burning building. “What building do you think that is?”

Tatiana glared at him. Her gaze seared through the paper.

“My sister has sent us a message. A building is going to burn down; we need to save those within it. Please, Tatiana, if you know something, tell me,” he begged. If he had to, he would get down on his knees without a second of hesitation. Was she interested in his problem or did she just like the challenge?

“I have time to kill,” she justified before snatching the paper out of his hand. Leocardo’s insides soared as he watched her fervently.

“Does it look familiar to you?” White flakes scattered across her dark locks and plumes of breath escaped his mouth.

“No,” she sighed with indifference.

“Have any buildings burned within the city? Anything important? Any monuments?” he interrogated.

“Yes,” Tatiana nodded and began walking away from him. Leocardo immediately chased her.

“Help me!” he exclaimed.

“Shut up, I am helping you. I’m going to where the monument is.”

Leocardo held his tongue and nodded, following her closely. Tatiana made a couple of turns, Leocardo slid on the frozen pavements as he tried to keep up with her pace. He could have teleported, but he would not know where she would turn next, neither did he want to look like a buffoon in front of her. He had only recently developed some level of control.

They arrived at a park. The grass was glazed with white frost, the playground topped with snow, and the tree’s branches hung lifelessly. Leocardo could imagine the vibrant children playing in the summertime. She moved toward a plaque sticking out of the ground. He followed her and read what she read.

In loving memory to the children who died in the fires of 1989. The orphanage began with a dream, to house those less fortunate and provide a loving home. To Edaion’s great grief, a fire consumed the building and took many lives with it including teachers, firefighters…

Leocardo’s eyes widened. This was it. This must be what Odette was reminding them of. An orphanage had previously burned down. Her premonition was trying to prevent another from occurring. Did Ana know? Was Phoenix in grave danger?

Tatiana stared at the frozen playground before her. “Maybe she meant this?”

Leocardo could have hugged Tatiana he was so happy. “Thank you,” he mumbled. “Thank you.”

Tatiana scrunched her lips to the side, in thought. “Odette is a strange one,” she told him before leaving. The lifeless, pale tree branches swayed toward her as she walked away. If the only reason Tatiana helped was because there were Edaion inhabitants in danger, he did not care because she may have helped him piece it all together. Leocardo’s fingers fumbled with the phone as he retrieved it from his pocket.

“Ana!” he exclaimed as soon as she answered. Tatiana was nowhere in sight. Leocardo walked toward the Phoenix Orphanage, watching his footing.

“They are all dead. Every one of them,” Ana told him in panicked tones. Leocardo grasped what she was talking about, the fourteen men Odette had drawn, the ones Ana had been investigating. “They all died in fires. Why would someone be telling us this?”

Leocardo lost his words for a moment. All the men were dead? “The building…the Edaion orphanage burned down two decades ago, I just found the plaque. I think Phoenix is in danger.” The winter air stung his face. How could a natural fire occur in these conditions? It would be arson. Someone was going to light a fire.

It was silent for a few moments and then Ana said, “We have to go. I have to warn them. Meet me there if you can.” The line went dead.

Leocardo knew what was going through her mind because it was going through his. Someone was going to die, another man or boy. Maybe more than one, maybe fourteen? The gravity of the situation weighed him down and he hastened his speed to arrive at Phoenix.

There was no ashen smell in the air or the smell of burning bodies, this was a good sign. They still had time. Leocardo arrived at Phoenix and saw Ana rush into the office.

He didn’t understand why there was no noise, no evidence of children. Were they on some kind of excursion? Were he and Ana too late? There was no evidence of fire. Ana did not notice him.

Ana demanded the children’s whereabouts in an authoritative tone he had never heard her use before. She sounded like Alaya. They discovered that the children were undertaking lessons about their powers. Leocardo watched in awe keeping his distance. When the secretary handed over an address, he realized he was right beside Ana. He looked down at his feet. He had teleported unintentionally again.

Surprise and relief washed over her expression at his sudden presence. “Come on, I have the address,” she told him as they ventured toward the car outside. Her eyes were red and her cheeks glistened.

He felt a sense of relief as he followed her out now that everything seemed to be okay. They would have told her if something was wrong, did he interpret the premonition wrong? Suddenly a ringing filled the hall and he looked over at Ana, it was her phone.

When she answered, she did not utter a word and he watched the color drain from her face. She ran toward the car. Leocardo felt his stomach turn to ice as he ran after her.

“What happened?” he called. He felt so lost.

“There is a fire where the kids are learning to use their powers. The operator just called. Marcus! Get us there as fast as you can.”

“How far is it?” Leocardo asked when he and Ana were in the car.

“I’m not sure.” Ana’s voice was panic stricken again.

“Twenty minutes,” Marcus reported.

Leocardo could hear Ana practically hyperventilating in the seat next to him. He grabbed her hand and tried to comfort her. What would this mean for Odette? When they got there, would it be too late? They still had not figured out who needed to be saved.

“Ana, I’m sorry.” His voice was soft with guilt. He told her that he had discovered that he could teleport but only small distances, and it was not until recently that he had any real control over it. Emotional levels impacted his ability to do so as well. “I wish I could take us there immediately,” he murmured.

“Hey, that’s wonderful.” Her voice sounded sincere even though it was breaking under the stress of the situation. “It is not your fault at all.”

What use did he serve? Was teleportation given to him so that he could take Odette far away when needed? She was the real reason he was here, she held the true power here and he accepted that. Was he just the sidekick to contribute to her survival? What was he doing for her right now? He was full of dread as the fear of being unable to save someone loomed ahead and the implications to Odette.

Leocardo reached out to touch her arm. “Ana,” he said softly, unsure how much Marcus knew or could hear.

The nail on her finger escaped her chewing; her eyes were more moist than usual.

“Yeah?” The look on her face was heartbreaking; she looked petrified.

“Ana,” he repeated, his hand reached up and caressed her cheek. When a rogue tear escaped and raced down her skin, he smoothed it away with his thumb. He leaned in closer. “We’re going to do the best we can.”

The trip was the longest and most painful thing he had ever experienced. Ana seemed incapable of breathing. Marcus sped and they made it in fifteen minutes. As soon as they arrived, they flung themselves out of the car and ran toward the burning building. He had never seen a building on fire; it was dangerously bright and ferocious. The heat stung his face as they moved closer. There were lines of adults and children outside as firefighters addressed the building. A group of hysterical adults yelled out, “William!” Leocardo swallowed the knot forming in his throat and his eyes reflected the blaze. He’ll burn, can’t die.

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Blind Sight is an urban fantasy series about a blind girl who develops the ability to draw. You are reading Blind Sight Through the Eyes of Leocardo Reyes. This volume is told from the point of view of Odette’s brother who thinks she’s having premonitions. The companion novel, Blind Sight Through the Eyes of Aniela Dawson tells the same story, but through a different point of view. Odette’s new friend Ana is convinced Odette is a medium channeling spirits and cannot be convinced otherwise. Who is right? Whose eyes will you read through?

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