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Don't you fucking do it! Erorn screamed in his mind at Luther. Even before James had freaked out, Erorn got a brain splitting headache followed by a vision of Luther at the edge of the island jumping off. The vision wasn't from anywhere near Luther though, it was from the ground.

"James help me!" He said sternly as he rushed outside. He never got the visions without enough time to do something about them, but it was always just barely enough. He kept mentally shouting at Luther to stop, though he knew that he was probably trying to block him out already, but he thought it could buy him some time.

After rushing outside he quickly threw everything out of the wagon and threw the hay for the horses into it. James followed suit but it was clear he didn't know what Erorn was doing.

"My vision wasn't from the island. Arggh!" The pain in his head was killing him as he worked. "It was from ground level. There's no way we can get to him on the Island, but maybe we can catch him when he jumps. I saw it happen in the woods by the lake we went camping at. That's where he's gonna jump." Erorn pulled James up into the wagon before he had a chance to respond and cracked the reigns as hard as he could to get the horses going at full speed. Time was always a factor in these visions as was precision.

He did his best to drive the horses to the spot he saw in his vision where Luther landed, but the pain was blinding. They got there, and parked the wagon exactly where he saw Luther land and Erorn looked up. From this this angle He couldn't get much of a view past the edge of the island all they could do now is wait and hope that Erorn's mental screaming could get him away from the edge.