Chapter 35: A Glimpse

"There has been no sight of them?" Ishild asked her son, who paced before her. He shook his head.

"Nothing. After he revealed his dragon form, they seemed to have disappeared into thin air," he replied angrily. Elric…and Saffron had been within his grasp. He had underestimated his brother's affections for the mender. Well, his brother had continually underestimated him, and he nearly had his cocky, older sibling.

"They cannot have gone far. Give me but a moment," she said. The blue in her irises began to bleed into the white; soon her entire eye was consumed by a white, shifting cloud. Kingsley hated it when his mother used her Vision. It had always made him eerily aware of her omnipotence. She stared, sightless, at him.

"They are at Avolire," she said, her voice distant. "They have just arrived. I cannot see into the estate. It is guarded." A tangible chill shivered through the room as her eyes returned to normal. "I believe they will eventually return here. We must be ready."