Through The Eyes

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A/N: picture above is Leanna
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Cy woke up to faint voices beside her, her eyes were closed but she could smell the air around her and it didn't smell like home. It was warm in the room she was in, there was a faint smell of vanilla and peach around her and a crackling sound of a fire beside her.

She slowly opened her eyes only to meet a beautifully crafted ceiling, like the ones you only see in castles, only this ceiling was a lot lower and it had a low arch–a little higher than regular ceilinged houses–that was painted pale gold, and had a small cute chandelier hanging from it. It gently swayed from side to side illuminating light from an open window nearby.

It seemed slightly like a dream but Cy heard the voices from before, coming in more clearly now.

"...has been wearing off now, she seems to be fighting it. I'm sorry Thomas but I think the time has finally come." A female voice said.

"But this can't be, she's–she can't, it's too soon." Cy heard her father's voice worried and strained, "The question is: why now?" She heard him sigh, exhausted.

Cy heard footsteps, "You should know better than any of us how magic works when you age closer to eighteen. It's already been thirteen years and she doesn't know anything. You're going to have to tell her sometime." The female voice said in a soft sweet voice.

Cy cranked her head to the side, seeing what was going on, there was her father and Skylar sitting in the other room on a dark blue couch, talking to a tall women with short red and purple hair matching the scarf that hung around her neck. Her clothes looked old-school and modern at the same time. She wore shiny black pants with dark red stripes, bright green sneakers with rainbow laces, and a black tank top with glitter all over it.

The room around them seemed to glow and slightly shift in Cy's eyes as if she was looking through the ocean waters. The ghost of her headache still faintly danced in her head.

Thomas looked over to where Cy laid and caught her eyes, with surprise and relief he pushed himself up from the couch. All eyes zoomed to him–which was only Skylar, and the tall woman with the red-purple hair–as he walked over to Cy. Skylar and the woman looked to where Thomas was heading and Skylar shot up from the couch and walked right behind him with thoughtful eyes as the other woman examined her nails.

A second later Cy felt a firm hand on her shoulder, looking up she locked gazes with her father's green silvery eyes. He brushed back a strand of red hair that fell in front of Cy's face, and smiled–a smile that said he was glad she was alright.

"Hey Cy," he began. "How are you feeling?" He asked, concerned.

Skylar came into view over Thomas's shoulder.

"I'm okay dad," Cy replied truthfully. She felt better than she has ever felt in the last year or so, like a weight was ripped off her shoulders. She pushed herself up, letting Thomas's hand fall down.

Only when Cy sat up all the way did she realize that the room was a small library and that the other woman was looking directly at her with a slight grin on her face. Her blue eyeliner stood-out on her light skin. The room Cy was sitting in was small but looked bigger when she was laying down. There were portraits of a women with short red hair and she stood–or sat–with a different person in each picture; they all rested on the same shelves as the books lining the walls. The small chandelier that hung from the ceiling cast rainbow spots that twirled around the room.

Cy swung her legs over the side of the bed–which was nothing more than a cream colored marble table in the middle of the library. She was then rewarded with curious glares and backing up movements of the two adults.

Then Cy suddenly noticed that Nick and Jen weren't there.

"Where's Nick and Jen?" Cy asked to no one in particular. Thomas looked and rubbed the back his neck, a nervous habit, he looked tired. "And where am I?"

"They're not here." Skylar softly answered. She stepped in front of Thomas and light illuminated her face; her dark blue hair rested on her shoulder and a small tattoo glittered in the sun. A small silver crescent that rested on her collar bone, one that Cy had never seen before.

"Where are they? Wh–where am I?" Cy asked, stumbling over her words. "And what time is it?" She rubbed her head.

Skylar straightened the red sweatshirt she wore. "They're at home. They wanted to be here but we sent them away. We wanted to make sure you were alright." Skylar's eyes reflected the sun making her winter blue eyes a glossy orange. "And it's 10:15."

Cy raised an eyebrow to Skylar. Cy calculated quickly in her mind.

"It's been eleven hours." Cy said in disbelief, though it sounded like a question. Her gaze flew to a random scuffmark on the floor. Cy looked back up to Skylar and was about to say something else, but cut off and studied her. Cy felt her eyes adjusting to the light glimmering off Skylar making her look wavy–the way you see your reflection in the waved mirror you see at circus's–deforming and reforming.

Cy snapped back to herself as Thomas snapped his fingers in front of her gaze, which made her jump. "Sorry." Cy pushed back the hair that was in her face. "Uh, I got to go." She walked past her father and aunt only to freeze in front of the red and purple haired woman, she had almost forgotten that she was there.

She glared down at Cy with gold eyes. Cy, wide-eyed, looked back up at her, knowing she has seen those eyes before; and not the ones from last night, but before that. She was fascinated and scared at the same time.

"Cyrene," Thomas said from behind her, "This is Leanna. Leanna Ash. She let us bring you here."

Leanna's eyes seemed to have their own glare as Cy stared into them. She cocked her head and saw her reflection in the gold eyes as they stared back at her.

"Hello Cyrene Crossveck," she said the name as if it was foreign. She looked down to Cy, "It's great to see your better." Her voice had certainty in it like she actually meant it. Her lips curved to a smile with warmth in it, but Cy blinked afew times seeing other emotions in the woman's eyes.

Cy tried hard not to look confused, "Um, thank you." Cy said with one last glare at Leanna's eyes. Cy pushed past her as nicely as possible into the room where her father and aunt were just talking to Leanna, and looked around real quick with her eyes trying not to look weird.

"That way." Leanna pointed with her black painted fingernail without looking to a door on the far wall.

Cy noted Leanna's motion and walked to the black door in the room–which looked like a royal living room with a cream colored brick fireplace, two dark blue sofas and small tables on both sides of the couches, each holding a lamp and a small bowl of wrapped candies–and the one next door to this was what seemed like a kitchen. Cy opened up the door and closed it slightly behind her, nodding before the door shut, knowing only her father and aunt were watching her leave.

Skylar was standing beside Thomas and leaned over without taking her gaze off the door, "Does she know we're downtown?" Skylar bit her finger nail, in a worried and nervous fashion.

Thomas chuckled–a short and amused chuckle. "No," he walked to the door and swung it open and stalked out leaving Leanna and Skylar standing in silence.

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Hello my precious pretties.

So this is the first ten (10) chapters looked through and edited.

And I know each chapter seems like different lengths but that's just 'cause. More details in one but is a cliffhanger, then the other more information but is short and to the point.

Well, anyways thanks for the support and everything.

Feel free to ask questions and/or just random comments.

Thanks again.

See you in the next chapter (s)