Her gaze was locked upon the never-ending darkness that had befallen before her eyes. She heard sounds, felt the wind and sensed her surroundings – but yet, they were lost in the black colour that had overtaken her eyes. Wherever she looked there was nothing, never-ending nothing. Eliana had risen her head back up, shoving herself a small bit away from Sekaia, on the horse. Her main raced against time, as she tried to make sense of the accusation Sekaia had brought with him. It made no sense to her, not in any scenario she could imagine. Jonius had not just been her teacher, but any excuse for a father figure she had ever had. Her life before the Walker had found her was out of her memory, perhaps due to the young age she had been found in. Her past didn’t trouble her too much, though the curiosity had planted a seed in her mind – a seed that had lately begin to grow. Strange visions and happenings, that had been out of the ordinary fuelled her mind with doubt of who she truly was, and if her purpose in this life was just to do what so many had done before her – lead the dead to the beyond. 

The happenings ahead of the Battle of Lowburg had seared into her mind, as those were the only pictures she could imagine lately. Jonius wasn’t a foolish man. He was one of the most trusted and respected of the Walkers. How he could so purposely walk right into the embrace of death made no sense to her. She had expressed her concern before they had entered; still he had insisted that they would be fine. 
Eliana scoffed to herself. Something didn’t make sense to her; perhaps it was her way of concealing the feelings that plagued her mind. She had had no time to grief, and the last few days she had been buried in her own misery after losing her sight and being damned to this eternal colourless sight that haunted her. Feeding her doubt was the sudden and outrageous accusation of her taking Jonius’ life. The girl looked towards the general direction of Sekaia, though darkness was all that met her eyes. The two had not shared words since they he had explained their situation to her. She frowned at the thought, feeling betrayed by someone she once called friend. 

Though the two had only met briefly a few times, Eliana had taken a liking to Sekaia. Unlike many of the older Walkers, Sekaia had always had his way to talk with people. Should his word not suffice, he would take use of his trickery to grant someone a good night’s sleep. It wouldn’t be a surprise to Ellie if he had volunteered to go find her, which ignited a spark of hope within her, that he thought the claim, was just as absurd as she did. She didn’t know if the lacked the courage, or was too afraid of the answer to ask about his opinion on the matter. A coward, Ellie concluded to herself, that’s what she was, and with that she kept her mouth shut.

*

Sekaia felt the pressure of the girl on his back again, assuming she had fallen asleep with her head on his back. He peered over his shoulder, examining her golden hair. He swiftly smirked; reminding himself of the times he had teased her with the abnormality of her hair. Never had he seen someone with that exact colour, and therefore he had not held back with convincing Eliana that she had to be a mutant descending from Old Gods residing within the Void. He returned his gaze back to the road, and heard the horse complaining about the long journey perhaps. 

“Fine. We’ll rest for a bit then. But don’t expect any stable. I don’t see even a see a lig-…” Sekaia interrupted himself, as his attention was caught by a faint glow nearby. He stopped the horse abruptly, narrowing his eyes in the darkness. 

“What now?” he muttered to himself, leading the horse onwards. 

With a un-lady-like snort Eliana woke up. Sekaia swiftly hushed her, as he rode forward. 
He stopped the horse, jumping off of it and inspecting the purple glow a bit ahead of them. He pointed towards it, whispering to the woman.

“See that?” he asked, not realising what he had just done.

Eliana sat with a disappointed expression, looking in his direction. Sekaia met her empty gaze and grimaced to himself. “Right. Sorry.” He offered his hand to her, laying it calmly on her lap, as she grabbed it and was lifted down by him. Sekaia led her to the tree, allowing her to gain some ground. He now had a closer look at her eyes, which didn’t seem much different from those had had seen months before. Though her stare was ever so empty and led nowhere, she looked somewhat the same.

He felt a sensation as he looked towards the glow, for better or worse he couldn’t tell, but it was something.

“You must feel it, don’t you?” Sekaia muttered as he carefully turned Eliana’s head toward the glow, in which she responded with a slow nod. 

“Stay here. I’ll have a look.” Sekaia grabbed his engraved staff, about to set off as his arm was grabbed.

“You’re not leaving me here.” Ellie sternly declared, scoffing at the man.

“I’m sorry, but you must understand that your situation would bring… certain complications if something were to happen down there.” Sekaia sighed at himself, cursing his word of choice.

“Am I supposed to be a bystander the rest of my life, then?” she was about to scoff again. 

Sekaia stared at her, not knowing what to say to her. He tapped his fingers, sighing at her. 

“Either you’re not taking a closer look at whatever that is, or you’re taking me with you.” Sekaia was taken by surprise, seeing as Eliana usually didn’t order anyone else around. He supposed that losing your sight could do that to a person.

“Fine. Come along then, you blind blonde.” Sekaia sighed heavily, which for some reason caused a short smile on Eliana’s lips.