Emrys
“Go away.” I didn’t realise at first that it was me that had spoken. It sure didn’t sound like me. My voice sounded hazy and far away like someone was whispering to me from down a long tunnel.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t take my eyes off the dark water of the well. If it could even be called water. It looked like black ink. An oil spill of colours swirling on its surface and within those strangely dull but at the same time bright colours images were forming. I recognised Aspen straight away.
My heart tightened. She was beautiful. Her hair pulled back from her face in a bouncy ponytail, a smile lighting up her features. Was she so happy already? Was being free of us the reason her face was lighting up like it was?
“It’s not real,” Thane muttered. Unlike my voice, he sounded normal
