Chapter 113: The Eye of Insight
**Thelma Zane’s POV:**
I had decided to visit Dorothy, who had recently woken up from her coma. Although her physical condition was stable, her eyes had been injured, and she needed time to recover. Her
banded eyes worried ine–how would she cope with this sudden limitation?
To my surprise, Dorothy reassured me with a calmness that belied her situation. “Actually, I can see,” she said. Her tone was even, almost matter–of–fact, as though she were stating the weather. “Even with my eyes covered, I can see everything before me. It’s clearer than ever.”
This revelation left me stunned. Tracy, who had been assisting Dorothy in her recovery, speculated that this might be a manifestation of a rare witch talent. However, we needed. confirmation, and thus we sought the counsel of Master Mary, a revered werewolf grandmaster.
Master Mary arrived and conducted a series of tests. After some time, she made her diagnosis. “This is the Eye of Insight,” she explained. “It’s an advanced extension of the ability to foresee, a rare and ancient power. I’ve only encountered it in old texts. To see it manifest in someone so young is astonishing.”
Tracy added her insight. “I believe this condition explains Dorothy’s mysterious eye
problems. The constant activation of the *Eye of Insight* has been draining her energy. It’s no wonder medical examinations couldn’t pinpoint the cause.”
I turned to Master Mary with a growing sense of urgency. “Is there a way to deactivate this power? Dorothy’s health is deteriorating, and we can’t let this go on.”
Master Mary shook her head with visible regret. “Unfortunately, there are scant records about the *Eye of Insight*. Even in the most extensive libraries of old, there’s little information
available.”
She outlined two potential options. “First, we could wait for the *Eye of Insight* to exhaust itself naturally. However, this could permanently damage Dorothy’s vision and render the ability unusable forever. Second, we could seek help from witches and wizards, who might possess the knowledge to resolve this issue. But their cooperation is not guaranteed, and they may demand a steep price.”
Both options seemed bleak. Dorothy, ever selfless, expressed her concerns. “Asking the witches and wizards for help could put the werewolves in a vulnerable position. What if they exploit this situation to manipulate the ongoing conflict with Adele? I can’t be the reason our people face further disadvantage.”
I admired her strength, but I couldn’t let her suffer in silence. “Your eyes can’t just be left to chance,” I argued. “We have every right to demand their assistance. Adele’s actions already justify such a request.
Dorothy shook her head firmly. “Even if they agree, they might use this as leverage to exact higher demands. I don’t want to be the cause of more trouble.”
Her words hit me hard. She wasn’t wrong–diplomatic with the witches and wizards
dealings
were fraught with risks. However, I couldn’t stand idly by while Dorothy endured such pain. As 1 racked my brain for alternatives, a memory surfaced. Dorothy’s father, though absent from her life, was a prophet. Could he hold the key to controlling the Eye of Insight*?
I shared my thought with Dorothy, and her expression became somber. She dismissed the idea almost immediately. “My father… I’ve never met him,” she confessed quietly. “My grandmother forbade any contact with him. For all I know, he’s forgotten I even exist.”
I couldn’t accept her resignation. “That doesn’t matter,” I insisted. “You’re his daughter, and he has a responsibility to you. He may have been absent for nineteen years, but surely he wouldn’t turn his back on his own child when she’s suffering.
Dorothy gave me a soft, bittersweet smile. Her silence spoke volumes, and I felt my resolve falter. I let out a frustrated sigh. “Is there no other way?”
Dorothy offered a faint glimmer of hope. “My mother left behind a collection of books and notes. Some of them belonged to my father. Maybe we’ll find something in there about the * Eye of Insight*.
Though I appreciated her optimism, a pang of guilt struck me. Dorothy had already combed through those texts countless times in search of answers. How likely was it that she had missed something?
I returned to my room, despondent and deep in thought. As I gazed out the window, my ears caught fragments of a conversation between two servants. They were discussing Adele, the witch we had captured and imprisoned in the dungeon.
Of course! Adele! How had I forgotten about her?
Though she was our adversary, Adele was still a witch. She might possess knowledge about the *Eye of Insight* or, at the very least, provide clues. It wasn’t the most promising lead, but it was better than doing nothing.
Without wasting another moment, I sprinted through the halls to find my father. Time was of the essence, and I was determined to explore every possible avenue to help Dorothy.
Chabler 114. The innuity
