"At the moment when you advanced, your mind could have achieved harmony with the world, capturing the entirety of the sequence of events leading towards some end."
"That sequence could be hinting at what's about to befall your mother." Freya sent the equivalent of a telepathic whisper.
Hugo felt his mood sink.
"That means I just had a vision, just like what the mystic seers see when they predict the future."
"Not mystic seers," Freya objected. "They are at the lowest rung of the ladder in gaining knowledge feedback from the world. A vision with the level of detail you described is only within the capabilities of the mysterious Oracles of the knowledge keepers' guild. Even I, a full-fledged wisdom fairy, would be hard-pressed to capture such detail in my visions."
"You might have awakened an innate seer-ability. But I can't be sure right now."