Chapter Sixty Five
"But don't worry, I'll put them back. I just wanted to see if I could do it." Azarien had laughed in pure entertainment.
Elrien tried to speak and found his voice had fled along with his sight. He stood frozen in place, afraid to move because he couldn't tell where walls or furniture might be.
The fear gripped him intensely, he'd wanted to cry, but the tears had no outlet, he couldn't even scream as his world had become a trap of potential obstacles and imagined dangers.
"You look so funny," Azarien continued, and Elrien could hear him moving around the room. "Your face is all flat where the eyes were. Like a doll that wasn't finished properly."
Something poked at the smooth skin where his left eye had been and Elrien flinched.
It was Azarien's fascinated finger, exploring the new strangeness of his brother's face.
"Does it hurt?" The question was asked with curiosity, not concern. As though Elrien wasn't even a living creature.
