Mystic Eyes

"Mmh..."

Cassy groaned softly as she woke up. She didn't bother opening her eyes for a while, already used to the pitch darkness that had become her companion. Still, today she felt... different. A faint light filtered through her eyelids, warm and persistent as the sunlight on a cool morning.

"Weird," she murmured, sitting up with her eyes still closed. Her mind was racing with thoughts. "Did someone heal my eyes?"

For Cassy, it was the one thing that protected her from the Aracelli's control—her lost vision. She was determined not to let her eyes recover or be healed until she could do it herself but was also cognizant of how doctors always placed the wishes of a patient second to making their bodies completely healthy again.