The Internal Journey

The Sand Horde, what was it about them that had piqued Islana's interest? The kind of internal curiosity that had started the young woman's investigation into the creed but this felt even deeper than that. Without the ever present, feeling of needing to find out to rescue someone. It made this very unique to the redhead.

What of the Ozainae, the people that lived beyond here, in the desert? The idea of living in an arid wasteland made little sense so maybe talk of the great oasis was true?

How did they live? Who did they worship? As it was made clear, it wasn't the Pillars. Who was in charge of such people?

So many discoveries, but even more questions. Perhaps, a few answers could be gotten from Shalia, if she would even be willing to talk after the mess of the day. However, it occured Islana was determined to get answers.

So, then what about herself? The question brought about by Amastan's of what God she worshiped, and why there didn't seem to be an answer for that. The lie had been an almost reflex to living her whole life under the thumb of the Inquisition. It might not be heresy to say you didn't worship one God above the rest but it was seen as odd. It was complete heresy to say what her mind was currently thinking, maybe her God wasn't represented in the Pillars. Could that be why she had never settled down to one?

It seemed like a much smaller leap, than admitting to having magik running through her very essence. Even if the same thing, fear, had caused the denial of both.

Slowly, piece by piece, the young witch was coming to realize the self that had been locked away deep inside of her. The journey to that person was just beginning but a long time coming.