07-18-2018, 07:24 PM
Valeriya gasped. "The bloodstone! Of course."
She raced to retrieve it. When she returned, the red stone was gripped to her chest, eyes lit with wildfire.
She sank to her knees and laid the stone before her on the floor. Alone, it seemed rather plain but for the color of blood. Vale would know. She'd bathed in blood her whole life, fighting to survive. Blood of their enemy would be best, honing the Eye upon him directly, but Armande would find the request impossible. If spilling his blood was so easy, he would be dead, not tracked.
She let her eyes sink low until the world she loved so much was blocked from sight. Still, the immense light of the Above leaked around her lashes, casting a warm glow behind her lids. Hands folded on her lap, she let her mind wander until the darkness closed in upon a single point of light.
The light grew and expanded. A tiny pinprick that came closer so fast that she may have been sprinting into it. The light grew and curled around her, embracing her. But unlike the light of the Above, this light was cold as deep waters. It was false light, and Valeriya knew she was close to sight.
The bloodstone swirled, the red fading like ink from the heart of it. She held it high before her eyes and let the cold light seep into its depths, chasing away the red.
She licked her lips, staring into the heart of the stone. She imagined the tablets and the silver tube, projecting her will to see upon the need of seeing it.
When she spoke next, it was a whisper, like anything louder would break the spell. "Screams. Darkness. Silence. Then, he falls. He falls low."
Then, something changed. Her eyes squinted. The image shifted and blurred. The key. Show me the key.
When she lowered the bloodstone, her gaze sharpened and she turned upon her beloved Armande. A wicked smile split her lips.
She raced to retrieve it. When she returned, the red stone was gripped to her chest, eyes lit with wildfire.
She sank to her knees and laid the stone before her on the floor. Alone, it seemed rather plain but for the color of blood. Vale would know. She'd bathed in blood her whole life, fighting to survive. Blood of their enemy would be best, honing the Eye upon him directly, but Armande would find the request impossible. If spilling his blood was so easy, he would be dead, not tracked.
She let her eyes sink low until the world she loved so much was blocked from sight. Still, the immense light of the Above leaked around her lashes, casting a warm glow behind her lids. Hands folded on her lap, she let her mind wander until the darkness closed in upon a single point of light.
The light grew and expanded. A tiny pinprick that came closer so fast that she may have been sprinting into it. The light grew and curled around her, embracing her. But unlike the light of the Above, this light was cold as deep waters. It was false light, and Valeriya knew she was close to sight.
The bloodstone swirled, the red fading like ink from the heart of it. She held it high before her eyes and let the cold light seep into its depths, chasing away the red.
She licked her lips, staring into the heart of the stone. She imagined the tablets and the silver tube, projecting her will to see upon the need of seeing it.
When she spoke next, it was a whisper, like anything louder would break the spell. "Screams. Darkness. Silence. Then, he falls. He falls low."
Then, something changed. Her eyes squinted. The image shifted and blurred. The key. Show me the key.
When she lowered the bloodstone, her gaze sharpened and she turned upon her beloved Armande. A wicked smile split her lips.
The Eye of the Khylsty