Evelina tightened her grip on the torn cloth, her heart thudding in her chest. Whoever had been at the well had left this behind. Unintentionally, yeah, but that's to her merit.
She just needed to see who it was.
Dropping to one knee beside the well, she reached for the thorn where she had gotten the piece of cloth from in another attempt. Her ability had failed her moments ago—but she refused to accept that.
She needed to know.
Closing her eyes, Evelina forced herself to breathe evenly, pushing away distractions. She willed her golden-finger ability to activate, to grant her a vision of the past.
Nothing.
Her jaw tightened.
She focused harder, trying to push deeper into the traces of energy the cloth carried.
Still, nothing.
Frustration gnawed at her. Her ability had worked before—sometimes unexpectedly—but it had worked. She couldn't afford for it to fail her now.
She took another slow breath and pressed her fingers harder against the fabric.
And then—
A flicker.
