Caspian's POV
The stream kept rushing behind her for half a second longer, like it hadn't gotten the memo. And then it started to thin.
I stared, unable to move. Not a single limb complied with my order except for my eyes.
Right behind her, I saw the water level rapidly drop…visibly…vivid…like someone had pulled a plug beneath the earth. The silver shimmer dulled. The red swirl of blood stretched, then faded…
And then the rivulet began to dry up.Not evaporate but dry.As if someone was sucking it with straw.
The stones beneath it cracked, whitening,as if suddenly bleached with some harsh chemical…splitting as the last trickle vanished into nothing.
"What the…" I breathed.I could hardly do that properly. Even the air felt wrong.Heavy.Pressing against my lungs.
The cloth in her hands jerked.
I flinched.
It lifted.
Slowly.
Like gravity had decided to clock out.
The fabric peeled from her fingers and floated upward, hovering between us.
It twisted in the air.
