Chapter 82 – A Glimpse of Control
(Aisla's POV)
The grove had always been quiet in a way that clung to my skin and made me forget the world outside. But now the quiet was gone. My days hummed with voices…the bond tugged like a thousand strings in my chest, Mora's chants beat in my ears, and always, always, the echo of that dark whisper from the Seer.
"Again," Mora snapped as her staff struck the ground so sharply I flinched.
I pressed my hands together and my palms burned as I whispered the chant under my breath. The words were ancient and jagged, foreign against my tongue. Still, I forced them out.
"Clear the mind. Silence the bond. Still the fire."
The chant echoed and my chest loosened… just a little. The noise dimmed and the cords to the triplets quieted enough that I could breathe without drowning in them. The Seer's voice was faint too. It was almost gone.
