AMAYA'S POV
The pond had turned to blood. It had changed from a clear refreshing water to a deep red color. My head could barely register what just happened and it left me speechless. My head was telling me to run and never look back but my body was not willing. This was fascinating. It was fascinating how his world was. I couldn't tell if this was magic or some type of voodoo but whatever this was, it was intense for a mere human like me to witness.
"Amaya Jones," he called to me in a deep voice and with a stoic expression on his face.
I looked around us, the torches were still flickering, the vines were still normal and the light from the moon was still shining down on us. The only unusual thing here was the bloody pond.
