Page 163 of Broken Veil
Carys let out her breath. “Not too bad.”
Epona smiled. “Not bad at all.”
They started walking, and the wind was silent, moving over fields of golden grain.
Carys looked around. “Are we…?”
“We’re not in the Shadowlands exactly. You’re still healing there. You did give five months of life to a war goddess. That’s hard on a body.”
“So this is a dream?”
“Of a sort.”
But Epona probably had at least one answer she could share. “Am I still going to have the two different eyes when I wake up?”
The goddess raised an eyebrow. “You know, many people seek magical vision. They want to see the true nature of things.”
“Well, I am not one of them.”
Epona laughed softly. “It’s not always a blessing.”
“It’s very disorienting.”
“At least you have an eye patch.” Epona lifted a finger. “That was good thinking from the ellyllon. Keep using that.”
“So it’s still there?” Carys was stuck with the magical vision? Forever?
Dammit.
Epona smiled. “It will not last forever, Carys Morgan. I promise that one day you will wake up, and your vision will be as it was unless you go back to Hogg’s Well.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am sure.” She cocked her head. “I can’t tell you when though.”
“Great.”
As they walked, the goddess’s voice grew fainter. “You have unfinished… the Shadowlands.”
“Unfinished what?” Carys turned, but she was alone.
She spun around, looking for direction, but there was nothing around her save for silent heads of nodding grain.
A drifting voice was all that was left of the horse goddess, and it was barely a whisper on the wind.Tell him that when he is ready…
“What?” Carys shouted, but there was no one. She was utterly alone. “What am I supposed to tell who?”
…he may join the one he loves.
Carys wokewith a deep breath to find herself in an unfamiliar room with grey stone walls and a fire crackling. She sat up and felt the cool press of rough linen sheets on her skin.
“You’re awake.”
She turned and saw Duncan in the chair next to the bed.
Where’s Lachlan?
Seren was still with her.
