Aurora sat there in the middle of the floor in her room at Mrs. Linda’s newly renovated inn. Blankly, she stared at the Black Panther action figure that she’d been holding for the last hour and a half.
“Where are you, little man?” She worriedly muttered as she continuously stared at the toy that she’d gifted to young Isaiah over a year ago. Her eyes glowed their bright hue of purple while she tightly gripped the arms of the toy.
“Erakuts iezadazu bidea.” She chanted, hoping to pull a connection from the toy that the boy had left behind. Aurora hoped that this would lead her to him in some way. Her vision turned dark, and then suddenly a dark violet haze of darkness and smoke. Or was it mist? “Come on…come on, Isaiah…show me where you are, sweetheart.”
Something was definitely trying
