Silver eyes

Prologue The night was silent, a thick layer of frost blanketing the city, making the ash that fell from the sky look like delicate snowflakes. Terran Brenna wandered through the desolate streets, his silver eyes glinting in the moonlight, reflecting the icy world around him. The once vibrant city was now a graveyard, the echoes of the past haunting his every step. Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past Terran pulled his cloak tighter as the frigid wind snaked through the empty streets. His eyes scanned the crumbling facades of forgotten buildings, searching for signs of life—or danger. The ash that fell from the sky seemed endless, settling in drifts along the sidewalks, masking the city’s scars beneath a false purity. He remembered when this place thrived. When laughter filled the air, and the glow of neon signs bathed the streets in vibrant color. That world felt distant now, as if it had belonged to someone else. As Terran rounded a corner, his footsteps halted at the sound of shuffling. The faint rustle echoed from an alley to his left. His hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of the blade strapped to his side. “Who’s there?” he called, his voice low but firm. Silence. Then, a figure emerged from the shadows. A girl—no older than fourteen—wrapped in tattered cloth. Her face was streaked with ash, and wide amber eyes stared at him with a mixture of fear and hope. “You’re not one of them,” she whispered, her breath visible in the cold air. Terran relaxed slightly but kept his guard up. “One of who?” Her gaze darted nervously toward the end of the alley. “The Watchers. They patrol the southern sectors at night. If they find us out here…” Her voice trailed off. Terran had heard the rumors. The Watchers weren’t ordinary enforcers. They hunted survivors like her, rounding them up for reasons no one could explain. “Come with me,” he said, offering his hand. “It’s not safe out here alone.” The girl hesitated before finally grasping his gloved hand. As they moved