It was the flashing colours that disoriented Lorcan the most. All shades of blue – electric flashes, muted cobalt and azure, shocking sky blue. They swirled and merged together behind his eyelids, encompassing him as the Witch’s magic took its course. He could feel it pulling him, away from his body, away from the underground room and back to where he came from. His home, Epineio.
Shaky knees followed unsteady feet that crashed to the hard stone ground. The pain radiated through his legs, but Lorcan ignored it and pushed himself up until he was standing in the centre of the Palace courtyard. It was a familiar place, yet so different from how he remembered it. The place was lively, packed full of citizens wearing bright colours, and merchants lining the sides as if they had been set up th
