Not What It Seems

Solomon POV

“She is not waking”, Lord Cazima observed in a broken, quivery voice, his crestfallen face etched with worry for Cybela. I knew their bond, I knew the connection they shared, I knew how much it pained him. Cybela was not moving or waking, still sprawled out by the emerald lake, surrounded by her own magic, even though her color was gradually coming back, and the black, thick, gooey liquid had finally stopped seeping out of her wounds. Dr. Sina had dressed them, and in some places, I could see the redness of her blood coming out, cleansing the darkness which came with the magic she was hurt. Red blood, her fresh blood was good news. I just did not know if and when she would wake up. I had not seen injuries like this, save for once, and even then, they were not as prevalent. Ahmar’s magic was potent, darkest in fact in all five realms, and I found it auspicious that the fabled scroll I had been searching for over the last centuries had just made its way to me. Timing is ever