In a quiet chamber set aside for him, a soecial place grown from living wood and shadowed crystal, Chiron sat cross-legged upon the floor.
The room was sealed, runes whispering softly along the walls, layers of isolation folded upon one another. No sound from the elven capital reached here.
It was easy to say that the place had a heartbeat but his own.
Chiron's eyes were closed.
Yet he was watching the world. Not this world. The world out there.
Blood flowed, and it was not in his veins, but rather in connections.
This was the newest technique he had learned from the blood curses book. It allowed him to see and feel through those bond to him.
Deep within a trance, Chiron allowed the curse to unfold.
One by one, the world shifted.
First, Carla.
