Zena’s POV
Madness doesn't always start with screaming, with disheveled hair, distant and vacant eyes or muttering incoherent words in an empty room.
Not at all! True madness starts subtly. Like a quiet whisper. It buries itself deep inside you until it pushes you to the point where you cannot tell the difference between reality and illusions.
And you see Camila? That's where she is. That's where I wanted her.
I stood before the orb, my hands still hovering above it. Swirls of both blue and red danced inside it like smoke that's been trapped in a glass.
“Arvetha k'raan. "Show me the girl,” I said.
The mist inside shifted. Images began to form, slowly at first, like ripples on water. Then sharply. Clearly.
It showed me Camilla.
She had her arms wrapped tightly around herself as s
