Argent Eye

7

Unable to help myself, I went and took the wrapped knife out and held it in my hand. The moment my skin made contact with it, it began to glow again, the markings lighting up along the blade and the hilt. But this was the first time I'd really felt the energy flowing through it in the real world. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, and seemed to transfer from the blade into my body.

When I breathed out, I could see my breath- but not because the room was cold and my breath was warm. It was the opposite. When I held my hand in front of my mouth and breathed, it left small ice crystals on my palm, tickling the skin. I put the knife down for a moment, and peered at my hands- something I seemed to be doing a lot lately.

I could feel it. Whatever was in my body, I could feel it. The power Ronan had mentioned- it was definitely there, and whenever I held onto the knife, that feeling seemed to intensify. I then placed my hand on my bedroom window, and with just a little concentration on that feeling I was able to channel it through my hand. A thin layer of ice began to spread over the glass, forming intricate snowflake patterns as it went.

I laughed out loud, pulling my hand away.

There was a knock on my door, and I jumped.

"Millie?" I heard Jake call through the door. "Are you in there?"

I couldn't go out with my eye looking like this, so I stood still and kept my mouth shut. Jake knocked again, but after a few moments I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief, and then proceeded to put the knife away. I wondered what would happen if anyone found out that I was in possession of this- it couldn't be legal, especially seeing as it's the knife that was being kept as police evidence.

Feeling rather giddy but also completely exhausted, I took a quick shower and jumped into bed. My conscious mind was gone as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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When I woke the next morning, I felt rather strange. I was not tangled in my bed sheets. It wasn't dark outside- I could see the sun trying to push its way through the gap in my curtains. I couldn't remember what I'd dreamt about, or if I'd even dreamt at all. I'd just... slept. I lay in my bed for a moment, trying to take in the fact that I hadn't had a nightmare. This was the first time since leaving the hospital that I'd actually slept. And I felt amazing.

I got up and made my way to the bathroom- I had to say, I'd completely forgotten about the whole eye thing last night. I was a little worried at the fact that my eye was still silver. It no longer glowed, but it was still silver and anyone who knew me would surely notice. I blinked a few times, hoping it would go away like last time, but something told me that wouldn't be happening this time.

"Shit." I muttered, wondering what I would tell people. Maybe I could convince them that it had always been like that. Or that it was a result of hitting my head. Would they believe me? I mean, it wasn't as if they were qualified medical students. They wouldn't know whether that kind of thing was possible.

There was nothing I could do about it. I had a lecture that started in an hour and couldn't imagine what my mum would say if she found out I didn't attend a lecture because of some insecurity I'd developed. Not to mention the fact that Kate would be on my case and would be waiting outside the flat soon. I decided to put a bit of makeup on today, seeing as I felt better. May as well make an effort to look better, too. I just added a touch of eyeliner, although I did wonder whether it was a good idea- it made my silver eye pop, as well as my blue eye which still seemed brighter than usual. Still, it was too late now- I could either look nice with popping eyes, or wipe it all off and look worse than I did yesterday.

I decided on the former.

I grabbed my bag, picked up my phone and keys, and left to go to my lecture, feeling full of a new found energy and motivation to do something today.