I couldn't sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the blue flame. It had burned without smoke, without heat, and yet somehow I could still feel its warmth against my skin. And the mark on my palm...I turned my hand beneath the morning light.
It was gone completely. I rubbed my thumb over my skin a million times but there was nothing. No silver lines or strange symbol. Nothing to prove that any of it had happened. I had began to think if I had imagined it. Maybe exhaustion had finally caught up with me but then I remembered the voice.
You shouldn't have touched the stone.
I pulled the blanket tighter around myself.
Who was speaking to me? And why? More importantly, what exactly was happening to me? Why did I keep hearing voices?
