Lyla
Silence fell over the council hall.
My knees nearly buckled.
"Taken?" Nathan asked. "How is that possible?"
The priest touched my face gently. There are ancient magics at work here. Someone – or something – has stripped you of your abilities."
"The Trinax," I realized. "When it grabbed me…"
"It is not possible," the priestess shook her head. "Yes, the Trinax are creatures of dark magic that haunt the sleep world and our mind. They create a world where they constantly push you into thinking of failures or the things that can or could have happened that's why anyone who stares at the face of a Trinax longer than 10 seconds will go mad but they cannot take away the power of a Moonsinger."
