"So you really think he's the one?" Shanka asked.
Old Master nodded. "So the Voice tells me."
"You hear voices?"
"Just one. I see him, too. He told me I'd find you. When we're done with Rastaban, the Voice will tell us where the next one waits." Old Master shrugged.
"What does this 'voice' look like?"
"A man. With hair of moonlight and eyes of newly-broken dawn--"
Impossible. Shanka's hand went to the hilt of her sword.
But Old Master grinned and continued. "Or ordinary, human brown. His eyes have no colour at all, or perhaps are all colours."
(AN: confused about the Voice? Check the tags for "interlude" and maybe check the posts on either side of the interludes. Yay for back-dating entries.)
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