a beautiful woman dressed all in white, a queen with flaming eyes, filled with love and passion she is rewarded with the gift of life growing inside her but her heart is ripped from her chest by the same one giving her the gifts. From the space where her heart was darkness and resentment fills her. The flames in her eyes dies and they become as dark as the night. Gabbro appears looking on her with lust he cannot constrain, around her the world loses colour, as she becomes ever darker.
Around them in the paleness of a new world the whispers of a revolution turning into screams of torture, the city on the brink of war, the smell of death is thick in the air, and the city seems to fall into the control of the anarchists, but as it seems hope is lost, the revolution starts to fade, to disappear, leaders vanish in the wind and the city claims victory preventing a war, but a storm rages, rain and thunder crashing down, still the darkness grows, the darkness covers my eyes until I can barely see
A dark figure watches it all from the sides with a young child, Rapakivi perhaps…”
Gneiss tilted her head and concentrated to hear… ‘Ìnus!’. She hurriedly closed the book before even finishing the sentence. She would not want him to discover her.
Gneiss fitted like a glove in Mhar-bèl, she was rich and beautiful, and not eccentric enough that anyone could question her normalcy, she would not want to lose that, if it ever became known that she had the sight she would certainly be outcast from her city. She had read about others who possessed gifts, and with the fate that befell them, she would protect her secret at all cost. She knew at once she would not share this with Ìnus, he would not use this information benevolently, he was on the council, part of the Larimar, she knew their cruelty. Of course knowing of their victory would ease his nerves and calm him, but she would not be able to reveal this to him without revealing much more, and the risk was far too great.