The Race

The glow in Stylla's eyes was suffocating.

Ed almost fainted when he glimpsed at the their unfamiliar image, foolishly assuming initially that they belonged to the woman he knew.

Realisation set in moments later, following this glimpse, the strings of his relation to Stylla proving their adequacy in making him understand that the determined lady of the Family he knew, and even the dead eyed ball of gloom he had been seeing recently, was gone.

Only a shell remained.

The extraordinary beauty that Stylla had suddenly adopted as well as the unfathomably boundless well of strength she had inexplicably attained would have mislead others, but not the loyal Knight.

Ed drew back.

He watched as Stylla gazed hollowly past the light of runes guarding the man she called father, and stretched out her hand towards the bed.