As the door banged open reverberating, I leaned back adjusting my grip on the chain. “You have his eyes.” The woman said the words coyly from the doorway.

Keti dashed around the corner and skidded to a halt before a blank wall. “Cade!” Her scream was pointless. The door was gone without a remaining glimmer.

Foire shoved Gaodan backwards, until his body hit the bridge’s railing. Redava crept closer, an unseen shadow for a moonless night. A good night for chances. Change was coming.

Water dripped in a staccato rhythm. That’s the next project Redava decided. She looked up to faces watching, waiting for wisdom. Too bad wisdom hid from her.

Gaodan grabbed the boy’s chin. The eyes remained vacant unseeing. Unseeing here at least.

Mirisalie’s waved her hand igniting a bonfire in the cavern’s pit. Her imps dove into the flames. At least someone was pleased.

I cussed at the others for slacking. There was too much horizon for a single pair of eyes. I’d almost missed the smudges over the mountain and rains weren’t due for weeks

After a week I couldn’t take their ceaseless off-key chanting anymore. One kick had the door smashed and them gaping. Grabbing the goblet some brat’s hand (a pimpled one at that), I sniffed the contents.

“What’s our course?” Sem asked again. My eyes remained on the horizon as the ship heaved under me. I’d have to answer soon, but every second until then was precious. The cost though wouldn’t be mine. Whichever path I chose someone would be ruined.