<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/57/Monsterpoh02.jpg)</div>Danielle had been up early that day as she personally catered to a group of Fae staying at the Wonderland Resort who employed her services of clairvoyance. Like every time she did this for anyone, she claimed she was not a psychic or medium. She did not have power to contact those who have passed on nor were her visions ever literal. Much of her visions were open to interpretation and therefore, she had advisors who would try to decipher them to the best of their abilities and more often than not, failing at it. Such a job took a lot out of her and by the early afternoon, her powers had fatigued her, enough that she retired to her cottage for a nap.<br/><br/>She only intended to rest for a couple of hours, but a vision overtook Danielle in her quick slumber. Danielle was with Evan on a moonlit night, his familiar Fae gentleman demeanor and his affectionate gestures that time and time again, she refused. They were out on a walk together, where exactly was not seen. They were hand-in-hand to begin with, but once it felt like Evan had stopped, she turned to see her benefactor's hand on his cheek. Exposing it revealed a fine cut, blood dripping from the wound. They ran from this unseen force, but Evan could not escape the invisible blows to his body. Danielle was unharmed in the ordeal, though Evan quickly became weaker and weaker.<br/><br/>Then there was a light in the distance, to which she pulled Evan with all of her strength. She cradled her benefactor in her arms, a gesture he'd personally wanted one of these days, though preferably not in this state of wounding and debilitation. Just as she thought the unseen threat would deliver its killing blow, a radiant suit of armor and equally bright sword appeared, thwarting the threat in a dance around the duo. There were screams of pain in the darkness, but they did not come from Evan. Before she could see the finale, her eyes opened. She was back in bed in her cottage, her brow saturated with sweat.<br/><br/>After cleaning up, she prepared herself for dinner. A meal with Evan was always something she looked forward to, for the chefs at the Wonderland Resort were the best in their field, but after witnessing that vision, she was a bit distracted and not her usual self. It didn't seem like Evan noticed. Danielle tried to find a suitable time when they were not eating so she could reveal her recent vision to her benefactor. Yet, in the middle of their partaking of food, Evan got a text on his phone. She hoped such a text did not lead him out to a moonlit night where she would walk with him holding hands. Evan sighed and looked across the table, first at Danielle and then to the small feast set between them.<em>”I'm sorry, Danielle. We will have to cut dinner short. I just got a message from our contact Frank. You remember Frank, right?”</em><br/><br/>Danielle nodded solemnly. She could recall the last time Frank asked Evan to bring in someone who could read between the supernatural lines of scenes that mortal crime scene investigators had no clue in deciphering. Conveniently, Danielle required paperwork that Frank would provide in exchange for one favor. She remembered it was a mortal who was viciously murdered in any alleyway by a solitary supernatural. If she could recall, there was an Imp providing cleanup at the scene. Danielle easily touched upon a personal effect of the victim, uncovering clues that led Frank to the culprit.<br/><br/><em>”We owe Frank this time, so he's asked me to bring you along. I think you'll need to get a coat,”</em>Evan said, his face apologetic. Danielle removed herself from the table outside of her cottage, where they usually had dinner under a starry sky only made possible by Fae magic, which filtered out the light pollution from the city and revealed the Milky Way unhindered by Earth's atmosphere. She went inside and quickly donned a white hoodie with square printing of Las Vegas at night (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2f/cd/ed/2fcdedd5bd95ff79eb79f9701c42ab20.jpg) and returned to a waiting Evan.<br/><br/>They used the private garage and got into one of the smaller SUV's, complete with a driver. The GPS coordinates took them out of the neon-bright sea and even out of the suburban patches on the outskirts of the city. It was dark the only source of illumination was the two headlights of the small truck they were riding in. It seemed the route took them well away from the city, until they passed a hill, after which they was a police cruiser parked next to a sign in the middle of nowhere.<strong>”Wanda's Fish Farm,”</strong>Danielle read aloud. The officer directed the driver to follow the path towards the industrial buildings. Once at the industrial buildings, there is a plain-clothes officer with a DHS lanyard directing them where to park, alongside a number of other vehicles, probably those belonging to CSI.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the truck, but before she joined Evan to be led to the apparent crime scene, she knocked on the window of the driver. He rolled the window down, but only enough so that he could hear her.<strong>”I don't suppose you could join us over there. To keep an eye out for any trouble? I just have a bad feeling tonight,”</strong>Danielle tried to convince him with her request, even looking towards Evan to emphasize her request was for her benefactor rather than for her. She hurried to Evan's side, wondering if the driver would deliver on her request or not. When she returned to Evan, she wrapped an arm with his, though hoped her recent vision with him as the focal subject wasn't coming true any time soon.<br/><br/>At the crime scene, they met with Frank. Judging from his unkempt outfit, it looked like he had been out here for a while. Taryn had arrived around the same time as them and was directed by Agent McDonagh for a clean-up of what appeared to be a supernatural with aquatic apparatuses, notably gills and webbed fingers and toes. There were no wounds obvious to Danielle, but it was clear the female supernatural was killed, evidence by the pool of blood underneath the body. On a rock face above the corpse, there was an etching of some language that she had no knowledge of, though this was why Evan was called out here as well. Apparently, the text was Fae, something she had trouble even studying.<br/><br/>She stayed back, surveying the scene, mostly looking for something or someone that could be a danger to her benefactor. Danielle listened to Evan's translation of the text and her heart too sank at the message. It was most notably<em>Shadows</em>that caught her attention. Was this<em>Shadow</em>the very same unseen assailant in her vision? She wondered of her bigger prophecy and her destiny which led her to Evan in the first place. Was this<em>Shadow</em>the dark force Evan was foretold to fight against? Did it control or embody that dust storm on the horizon?<br/><br/>What Evan was explaining seemed serious. Never had he divulged any rumors or any of the Fae politics in this detail before; then again, she had yet to tell him of her most recent vision. It didn't seem the time or the place to tell him just yet. He turned to her Danielle, giving her a sad look and explained the intentions of both himself and his father. While he wouldn't use her as only an asset like his father would, it would be terrible if her power did not help the case in the very least.<br/><br/>Frank addressed Danielle and she would turn her head to the agent. He agreed with Evan, explaining the modus operandi of gangsters being similar to what this rumored<em>Shadow</em>would do once it established itself in the city. He mentioned that there was probably a target painted on Evan's back, reminding her of her earlier vision. Frank pleaded with her, explaining that there was little to no evidence to go on, therefore they were in need of her talents.<br/><br/><strong>”I understand, Frank,”</strong>she assured him, though she hoped he saw that she meant it. She took Evan by the arm and took him aside. She faced him and looked up at his solemn face.<strong>”Evan. I had a vision earlier. I think it has to do with this <em>Lord of Shadows and Blood</em> character you mentioned. I'm not sure it will help the case, but at the very least, it might help you,”</strong>Danielle explain and delivered her vision of the unseen assailant and their savior in a radiant suit of armor and glowing sword (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344618.msg16264150#msg16264150).<strong>”If I was distracted or not myself earlier, that is why.”</strong><br/><br/>Danielle would turn and approach Frank and asked him,<strong>”You said CSI didn't find anything. Not even a murder weapon perhaps? Anything left at the scene? Anything at all? Objects used in such a brutal and probably intimate killing could carry with them the emotions of those involved. Like, are you familiar with the Stone Tape Theory?”</strong>