The Eyes of the Maker

by jessylane318

She made her sister swear to never go that god-forsaken land. But Ellana broke that promise. And now, faced with the enormity of knowing what's to come, Piper must struggle to put aside her hatred for people and magic in order to save the only person that's ever mattered. A story of sisterhood, overcoming trauma, and the desperate struggle to live. Romance is a slow burn.

1. Chapter 1

Eyes of the Maker

Jessylane318

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Death is the night sky, the background against which the fleeting fireworks of life are displayed, an empty stage upon which the drama of life is played. – James Rozoff

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When I imagined death, I had always imagined falling into a sort of deep sleep. Something quick and painless pressing from one state into the next, slipping into it like silk across skin. I never imagined the car crash, the bright yellow lights staring like eyes, looming ever closer, the crunch of metal and the taste of blood. It was slow. Heart-beating slow. I bled, legs crushed and lungs filling with blood, hysterical from the passenger seat.

My best friend, eyes open and bloodshot, mouth hinged in a silent scream, died beside me.

Sirens screamed, a shuttering tick, and this burning smell that seared my eyes, thick with smoke.

And then I passed.

I can't explain death, it's like trying to explain the taste of cinnamon. It was pungent, vivid, and overwhelming. I slipped into it as water slips through cupped fingers, clawing for life with a reckless abandon.

I don't know what made it all go wrong.

Maybe it was me, maybe it was fate, maybe it was the infinitesimal ratio of probability. I'm not sure I'll ever know, but somehow, in some way, I must have grabbed the right (or maybe it was wrong?) strand. And in an instant, instead of slipping away, I slid into place.