Lynn trembled as she stared down at the little girl in front of her. “Who are you?” The words were whispered but held so much wonder.
“You know what I am, warrior. But I do not think you know what I do. I am a vessel.” Carly looked up. “A vessel for the future, the present, the past. I see all, and I weigh paths. I am the truth bearer, the pathfinder, I am the alpha, the omega, I am the storyteller. I am everything and nothing.” Carly’s voice changed a little and her eyes shifted to darkness. “I am the goddess’s voice, and her will on earth.”
Everyone froze. I looked around and everyone, even my mother, had their mouths hanging open. “Well then.” She whispered as she walked over.
We looked back to Carly, who blinked, and once again her bright brown eyes were staring back at us. I cro
