I'm thrown into a whirlwind of images and sensations…
flickering visions of a woman with eyes like mine, dual-colored and strange. lilo. Her memories wash over me like ice water, shocking and clear.
I see through her eyes as she discovers her powers, the terror and wonder of being both witch and wolf. The burning pain as her magic rebels within her body. The isolation. The fear in others' eyes.
Then, darkness. Blood. Screaming.
A battle rages across an ancient field.
Witches with staffs raised high, werewolves with fangs bared. And in the middle, Lilo, power crackling around her in violent, uncontrolled bursts. A crack in the sky siphoning power to… God knows where… from all the magic raging across the battlefield (Is this where the so-called third ones are?).
Her skin splits with the force of it, veins glowing beneath like molten rivers.
"Stop!" she screams, but neither side listens.