Swtor Eyes Into The Past Novels & Stories

The Eye Beneath A tremor spread across Black Hollow, rippling through stone, bone, and blood. The altar had split open like a broken rib cage, revealing not just darkness but consciousness. The Eye beneath stared upward, unblinking, ancient... and aware. John staggered back, his knees buckling. He couldn’t look away. The eye wasn’t just watching it was looking into him. Sifting through memories, fears, guilt. Sarah pulled him, breaking the connection. “John! Snap out of it!”

" Abruptly, the temple surrounding us started to transform as she raised her hands. The walls were cracked. The atmosphere changed. I heard voices from the past, whispers. Then— Everything fell apart. We were also falling. We were somewhere else when I opened my eyes. A battleground. We were surrounded by burning flames. People let out a shout. There was a war on. When I turned, I saw him. Past Damon. He was covered in blood. His sword dripped red. Across from him, Past Me stood with tears in her eyes. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered. Past Damon’s face was full of sorrow. “It’s the only way.”

“You’re holding a legacy older than you can imagine.” His words haunted me. Over the past few days, I had begun seeing things during training—visions, memories, *echoes*—whatever they were, they came unbidden. Cities built into the sides of mountains. Armies clad in silver and bronze. Rulers with glowing eyes lifting the orb high as nations knelt before them. Then, the same cities turned to ash. Armies slaughtered. Rulers turned mad, consumed by their own greed for the orb’s gifts. August called it “the remembering.” The orb shared its past only with those it trusted.

As he did, sight swiveled around him and instantly was rewritten as an occurrence which took place during the original time, 2014. The nurses were by the door as they let the fourteen year old lad walk towards the corpse. "Mom." He whispered with tears leaking from his both eyes. His nose clogged and his throat, dry. He held the hand of his dead mother and instantly something different occured. Sight was instantly prevented from going further in the scene as Ephialtes stopped the scene from progressing. "You do not even know your past so well, Pete." The god said with a glare of pride and arrogance at Pete.

He's smirking! "Sit down Ms. Montrele." his voice! Its deep and penetrating. I gulped as he said it. Nanginginig ang kamay ko sa kaba. He motioned the seat in front of his table. I can hear my heels echo in this silent room as he gazed on me very intently. Napalunok ako ng malapitang makita ang kaniyang mukha. My mouth parted when I looked into his eyes. It was deep brown. Deeper than the Marianas trench. His eyes were like a vortex sucking in every fiber of my being.

And right now, as the Destroyer was trying to end the world, Adrian knew he needed to heed these predictions, or rather, these prophecies had a basis. Adrian composed his emotions as he pondered over this, then gave Marissa some more food and water. After a while, he asked, "Did Sean tell you or do anything else?" "He said that there was a pair of eyes in the shrine that was watching this world five years ago. I was still young at the time, so I didn't understand what he meant." "A pair of eyes? By the way, how did you lose your sight?"

I really wanted to stick a knife at Petter and Stella. "Amber, I'm sorry for cheating on me. I made a mistake, and I promise I will fix everything. I will leave Stella, but I beg you to forgive me." Petter begged me to forgive him and take him back. Seeing his pleading gaze, I just smiled sarcastically.

His voice, soft but commanding, whispered into my thoughts, pulling me deeper into the abyss of his memories. “Morana, you need to see this,” he said, his words echoing like distant thunder. “You need to understand the truth.” My heart raced as the world around me dissolved into darkness, and I was plunged into the heart of Adrian's past—a past I had only glimpsed in fractured moments. This time, though, there was no escaping it. He was showing me everything.

Maris, his eyes reflecting the depths of the cosmos, replied, "Time is fluid here. Past, present, and future blur into one. It's both beautiful and overwhelming." Lysandra, clutching a pendant that resonated with the energies around them, said, "We must stay grounded, tethered to our mission. It's easy to get lost in the allure of bygone eras." A sudden shift in the path revealed a battlefield from a forgotten war, warriors clashing with a ferocity that sent shivers down their spines. Draken, his warrior instincts kicking in, remarked, "This... this is the Battle of Lyrion. I've only heard tales of it. To see it... it's surreal."

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.