"The things I tell you are real I assure you dear child" Grandmother declared petting my head as I lay on her chest.

"I don't believe you Grandma it doesn't sound real" I pouted.

"But it is" she laughed

"In my days I have seen many of the prophecies told come to fruition," she said.

"Remember when I told you of the boy who slayed a dragon he was but ten years of age," the grandmother said and I laughed.

"That's impossible" I replied.

"But it did happen!" She cheered tickling my stomach and I laughed hard and so did she.

"Telling the child another of your tales mother?" Ida said.

She was my mother.

"Savannah go get me my book, the brown one with embroidery on it" Grandmother said.

"Yes Grandma" I smiled pecking her cheek and hurried to my task.

"Ida I think it is time we check Savannah's destiny and know what will happen in her life she is already eight years," Grandmother said.

"Mother, I'm not putting my child through you're prophecy nonsense look where it landed me, back with you and my daughter with no father stripped of her rights" Ida said removing the clothes she had spread to dry.

"It was your fate Ida it is not something we can control" Grandmother sighed.

"I believed in it which is why what was said happened, I do not want my daughter making the same mistake as I did" Ida was adamant.

I listened to them hiding by the wall.

I enjoyed Grandmother's stories but I didn't believe any of them to be true.

They sounded fictional.

"You cannot afford it Ida the child will find out sooner or later" Grandmother declared.

"When the time comes I will do what I can to stop it" Mother said walking back into the house hands full of dried clothes while I hurried out with grandmother's book.

She whispered a thank you to me and I watched as she picked up her quill dipped it in ink, she began to write again.

Grandmother was always writing, her old tattered brown book full of words I was yet to understand most of them written in Norse the Bokm�l dialect.

I stared as her hands moved writing nonstop.

She had a frown etched on her face, she looked worried.

She and mother were always arguing with each other and it usually revolved around me.

"You know my mother was a seer, I inherited her power but I couldn't hold a candle to her" Grandmother sighed while I listened nodding.

"In order to use my powers, I have to use her books and it's even worse in your mother's case also because she refuses to believe. The seer gene gradually diminishes as it becomes lesser with each generation which makes me wonder if you would be able to see anything" Grandmother said smiling a little at me.

"I don't want to see anything, it sounds scary" I joked with a smile and Grandmother returned it.

"Savannah!" Mother called from inside the house.

"Go on child" Grandmother said and I stood up rushing to answer my mother's call.

"I hope your destiny is better than ours" I faintly heard grandmother saying before entering the house.