Page 41 of Unseen Eye
In an instant, the air between us crackles to life. A burst of light—blinding and raw—erupts from the contact. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Power surges through me, so potent it steals my breath. The force knocks us both back, sending us flying across the field.
The world spins, my vision a disorienting blur. I land. Hard. The jarring impact rattling every bone in my body.
The silence from the crowd is deafening, broken only by the faint gasps and whispers. They’re stunned. I’m stunned. Slowly, I look over at Callon. He’s on the ground too, but he’s already sitting up, rubbing the back of his neck, a strange expression on his face—part curiosity, part… recognition.
I push myself up onto my knees, my arms trembling from the strain. My gaze snaps toward the source of the crowd’s astonishment. Right where Callon and I had been fighting stands an old woman, her appearance as sudden and jarring as the burst of light that had flooded the air moments before.
She’s draped in tattered robes, her wild silver hair cascadingdown in tangled waves. Her eyes, though aged, are sharp—too sharp. There’s a knowing depth in them, a kind of ancient wisdom that stretches beyond the bounds of time, like she’s been alive for centuries... maybe millennia.
Whispers ripple through the crowd, a sea of confusion and awe. Leigh’s eyes are wide with shock, her mouth slightly agape. Even Garet looks stunned, his usual bravado slipping for a moment. Baron stands rooted in place, expression unreadable, but his body taut.
I manage to get to my feet, my legs shaky but determined. I take a hesitant step toward the woman, my thoughts racing. Who is she? What the hell just happened?
The shock on everyone’s face is oddly comforting—at least I’m not the only one completely thrown off by this. For once, we’re all on the same page, lost and confused.
The woman’s eyes lock onto mine. The hairs on my arms stand on end, as if her gaze is peeling me open, layer by layer, reading every secret I’ve ever tried to keep.
The crowd is dead silent, as if holding its breath in collective awe. All eyes are on the woman now, drawn to her like moths to a flame.
I’m so transfixed by her presence that I don’t notice Callon has come to stand by my side. The woman shifts her gaze from me to him, and then, slowly, a smile spreads across her face. It’s not a warm smile—not by a long shot. It’s something deeper, all knowing, laced with amusement and something older than I can fathom.
Her lips curl upward subtly, revealing just enough to let me glimpse the edge of some quiet understanding, like she knows something I don’t. Something about him.
She speaks, her voice ringing out with an eerie clarity, each word resonating in the air, as if spoken under a spell. Her eyes never leave Callon, but her gaze seems to transcend the moment,drifting beyond us, reaching into places I can’t even begin to comprehend.
In twilight’s realm where secrets lie,
A silent watcher, unseen eye.
Beneath the moon’s enchanted gleam,
A wanderer walks, caught in a dream.
Born of whispers, of night’s embrace,
A child of twilight, veiled with grace.
Bound by threads of fate’s design,
She walks the path of the intertwined.
Through realms of echoes and shadowed halls,
She’ll heed the ancient, silent calls.
In lands of whispers and forgotten lore,
She’ll find the keys to open the door.
Through trials dire and quests untold,
Her path shall wander, both hot and cold.
In lands of fire and icy chill,
She’ll seek her truth, against her will.
A wearer of crowns, from realms far and wide,
