And Wish took off her eyepatch. Taking off the eyepatch was like opening the door into another world.
Looking through her left eye, it was as if she was standing on the top of a snowy mountain, where the snow was so glitteringly bluey-white that it dazed you. The colors were so forceful, the reds so red, the greens so purely green that it overwhelmed her, and she cried out now, as they hit her almost like a physical blow.
She’d forgotten just how sickening this feeling was, how terrifying.
Very few Wizards before or since have ever had the rare power of a Magic eye.
A power that misted up Wish’s brain with such furious energy that her hair leaped up around her like an electrical ruff and the ground beneath her swayed like a sea, and the broken walls shook further, and all around lost their balance as the Magic came screaming out of her eye and met the blast of the swooping Kingwitch’s Magic.
Closer… closer the Kingwitch dived, so close that Wish could see right down the ghastly maw of his open throat, the Enchanted Sword pointed right toward her.