"Eyes are the window to the soul." –William Shakespeare
Piper gasped, doubling over in pain. Her breaths heaved in and out and she collapsed onto the floor. Gravel clung to her shirt and jeans and her dagger poked a droplet of blood into her side, ripping through a few seams in her white shirt. She clutched desperately at her throat, her eyes bulging, lips whispering words only the voice inside her head could hear.
"No… no… NO!" Her heartbeat had skyrocketed and beads of sweat rolled down her face, soaking the fringes of her bangs and sticking to her skin. Her forehead glistened under the flickering streetlights. Somewhere in the back of her blurry mind, a thought stuck out among the others: why hasn't anyone found me yet? Then the pain lit up again and her glimpses of reality flashed away.
"Please… don't… take…" Piper's eyes, her beautiful, kaleidoscope eyes were fading. Lights flashed in and out of her irises: Blue. Green. Brown. Gold. The colors flickered even faster and Piper gasped for air.
People always said that sometimes they were one, sometimes two, sometimes five colors. The swirl of patternless mismatch was part of what gave her eyes their beauty.
There they went again. Blue. Green. Brown. Gold.
Blue.
Green.
Brown.
Gold
Piper writhed on the ground, her hair stuck to her face, her braid undone. The blot of blood in her side grew as the sharp end of her dagger caused spots to dance on the backs of her blinking eyelids. She couldn't even feel the stinging pain as a spot of blood became more, staining the white fabric a sickly red. Her eyes glinted eerily in the dim light.
Blue…
Then they were a mix.
Blue… green… brown… gold.
As each color flared into her irises, Piper's spasms only grew stronger. Then, the spiral stopped and only gold remained. Piper stood up suddenly, the fear that was in her eyes a moment ago now gone. A malicious smile crept onto her face. She took a deep breath and brandished her dagger.
"I am Lord Kronos, and I rise again."