Utterly Mad

She rubbed her head and read the letter again. The dreams had been real. Her adventure had been real. What had happened to her hand was real. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and what she felt there was not what she expected. She stood with a gasp, her back complained horribly, but she had to find a mirror. She remembered seeing a mirror in the farm house somewhere. Where? There, just where she left it on the top shelf in the corner. She took it to the table and sat down. She could see the object against her throat, it looked like a metal strip and sure enough it terminated at her voice box. The other end curled up over her chin. and the whole thing had been covered over in a layer of some kind of paste. Her eyes though. It was the second big shock. They moved as they should, but they didn't express as they should. Ferret's bright brown eyes were gone, and in their place was the familiar bottomless pits of the irises painted onto that old family relic. She dumped out the contents of the bag left for her just to be sure, even checking her pockets, and returned to the mirror. What had happened to her eyes? The last she remembered was the elf holding her up. She could remember choking on foul air. Vaguely, she remembered it holding something else up where she could see it. A long curved blade like the one described by the first of her line to bear the eyes.