03-12-2019, 11:40 PM
Percy’s face shifted from Rowan’s vision and Vale took his place.
“He won’t kill you,” she murmured soothingly.
Rowan’s brow furrowed at the sentence. Where had Percy gone? She began to fade in and out of consciousness for an hour or two; perhaps more. She had no concept of time. Vale stayed with her for most of it.
After a time, she awoke with a gasp, her mind clouded. Half of the world was black in her eyes… Or rather… Her eye.
The ritual seemed to be fading rapidly from her mind. She had plucked out her eye because of a vision. Yes. Rowan remembered that but what happened after? She could recall speaking uncontrollably… Like someone else was moving her tongue. But what was it that she had been saying? It had been oh so clear to her until Vale spoke. Once Rowan heard her sister’s words, it was like everything started slipping from her. She had tried to hold on to it, but it was as good as trying to grasp a fistful of water.
Rowan was not sure where she was. Presumably, she had been moved to another room, as she now lay upon a bed. Candles had been lit around her, but no other sources of light. If there was a window, she could not see it. Vale wasn’t in the room either. Just blackness and the soft, ethereal glow of the votive candles.
A sense of panic welled up in Rowan’s stomach. She reached up to her face, hands fumbling for her missing eye. She felt something there, but she couldn’t see…
It was gone and that orb of hardened Air filled the void.
She really had done it. What was she thinking?
It was that vision… She saw her death at the hands of Rasputin’s current incarnation. That man… She knew she did not like the look of him… Removing her eye had been the only way to ensure her survival in that vision. She did not fear death, but there was so much left to do in this life. She did not fear death, but that did not mean that she had to embrace death. And that man… Armande… There was still a danger within him, of that she was sure. Despite her rash actions of the day, Rowan made a silent vow to proceed with caution.
With an effort, Rowan got up from the mattress and staggered to the door. She reached for the Power, it was there, she could sense it, but she could not grasp it.
Still too weak, I suppose… Goddess, am I hungry! They better have something to grub on or I’m likely to eat this door… Rowan thought to herself.
Food… She needed food, but first she had to find her sister.
Her Vale.
“He won’t kill you,” she murmured soothingly.
Rowan’s brow furrowed at the sentence. Where had Percy gone? She began to fade in and out of consciousness for an hour or two; perhaps more. She had no concept of time. Vale stayed with her for most of it.
After a time, she awoke with a gasp, her mind clouded. Half of the world was black in her eyes… Or rather… Her eye.
The ritual seemed to be fading rapidly from her mind. She had plucked out her eye because of a vision. Yes. Rowan remembered that but what happened after? She could recall speaking uncontrollably… Like someone else was moving her tongue. But what was it that she had been saying? It had been oh so clear to her until Vale spoke. Once Rowan heard her sister’s words, it was like everything started slipping from her. She had tried to hold on to it, but it was as good as trying to grasp a fistful of water.
Rowan was not sure where she was. Presumably, she had been moved to another room, as she now lay upon a bed. Candles had been lit around her, but no other sources of light. If there was a window, she could not see it. Vale wasn’t in the room either. Just blackness and the soft, ethereal glow of the votive candles.
A sense of panic welled up in Rowan’s stomach. She reached up to her face, hands fumbling for her missing eye. She felt something there, but she couldn’t see…
It was gone and that orb of hardened Air filled the void.
She really had done it. What was she thinking?
It was that vision… She saw her death at the hands of Rasputin’s current incarnation. That man… She knew she did not like the look of him… Removing her eye had been the only way to ensure her survival in that vision. She did not fear death, but there was so much left to do in this life. She did not fear death, but that did not mean that she had to embrace death. And that man… Armande… There was still a danger within him, of that she was sure. Despite her rash actions of the day, Rowan made a silent vow to proceed with caution.
With an effort, Rowan got up from the mattress and staggered to the door. She reached for the Power, it was there, she could sense it, but she could not grasp it.
Still too weak, I suppose… Goddess, am I hungry! They better have something to grub on or I’m likely to eat this door… Rowan thought to herself.
Food… She needed food, but first she had to find her sister.
Her Vale.