“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.”
Laconic, almost too quiet at first, the night brought the return of darkness. She saw two sets of eyes watching her, but only knew them as tiny round lights. Not anything to fear, not until the pain tore at her. And feverish warmth crept across her skin. Another sort of suffering followed, at the base of her skull, rising up, and circling around to her eyes.
“So begins the Basilisk’s attack,”her guide said.