Fire, bright and fierce. They were eyes that gleamed, like a dance of blaze and defiance. The last burning embers of a nearly extinct species. They held the gaze of a thousand deaths. There was no sorrow, no anger, no joy, no emotion in their depths. Their owner's name is whispered by the wind, shivered through the trees, sung by the moon, boomed by thunder, and murmured by the living. Alice.All Rights Reserved