One Eye
The Silent Warrior with a Seer's Sight
One eye sees the blood before it spills.
They call me One Eye, though I’ve no name left to match it. My silence is not weakness—it is the space where the visions come. My eye sees the death that waits around the next corner, in the next breath. I walk a world of cold steel and colder men, and yet I carry a boy who reminds me of something I thought lost: care without reason, without return. I do not seek redemption. I seek only to see the path ahead, and to carve a space for him within it.
What I'm Into: the boy's steady breath, visions veiled in white, battlefields at dusk, blood before it's spilled, the hush before screams
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