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FIC: Windows of the Soul (SotL)
TITLE: Windows of the Soul
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
RATING: PG
WORDS: 151
Windows of the Soul
Eyes are the windows to the soul. Or at least, that’s what everyone said. She remembered that when her mother had told her this, she had run to the nearest mirror to look. She had looked and looked, but all she could see were a pair of eyes- bright green irises with white spirals and black, black pupils that seemed to be nothing more then holes. Were the pupils the windows? If so, she couldn’t see anything. Not a glimmer of glass, nor a flash of a soul. Instead, she had a sensation of the pupils pulling her in, of falling into the black depths.
It was only as the mirror broke under her head that the spell broke, and when the servants came running she was crying. But not about the broken mirror, or the cuts on her forehead.
Delia, aged seven, was crying because she couldn’t see her soul.
FANDOM: Song of the Lioness
RATING: PG
WORDS: 151
Eyes are the windows to the soul. Or at least, that’s what everyone said. She remembered that when her mother had told her this, she had run to the nearest mirror to look. She had looked and looked, but all she could see were a pair of eyes- bright green irises with white spirals and black, black pupils that seemed to be nothing more then holes. Were the pupils the windows? If so, she couldn’t see anything. Not a glimmer of glass, nor a flash of a soul. Instead, she had a sensation of the pupils pulling her in, of falling into the black depths.
It was only as the mirror broke under her head that the spell broke, and when the servants came running she was crying. But not about the broken mirror, or the cuts on her forehead.
Delia, aged seven, was crying because she couldn’t see her soul.