“What?” I ask, “What are you talking about, Sylvia?” I rush to her side and gently put my hands on her shoulders, trying to steady her frantic breathing. The Fae stare at us with their usual stoic presence, but their sparkling green eyes can’t hide their curiosity. Sylvia is clutching her chest and looking down at the forest floor and I’m worried she will pass out.
Then, she lifts her eyes toward me slowly, and my hand flies to my mouth in shock. Her bright blue eyes have completely transformed. Now one is the same emerald green as the Fairy eyes focused on us right now, and the other is dark grey. It must represent her Witch half. I realize that they’re a manifestation of the two distinct halves of her soul, and something within her has been awakened. Released.
I take a breath and try
