Mesmerized, Tania stared into the quiet waters that gurgled around the little embedded stones. The cave was dark, but it was the light from the stream that dimly lit it in blues and reds and violet. She stood entranced for a long while. A desperate voice from a distance trickled her senses, but the attraction to the shimmery beam was intense. She walked closer to the water and peeked over it. She could see her reflection and what she saw startled her. Her eyes had turned violet.
The lights inside moved a little, as if throbbing, as if calling her. She brought her hand over the water and touched the surface. The lights throbbed in a second and moved up to reach her hand. With a soft hissing sound, they broke the surface of water, splashing it on her trousers and wrapped themselves around her wrist. She gasped. They curled around her wrists, tightening their hold.
