The Path

The words that came from Viher certainly rang true, death was what made people appreciate life. He had created time, the never ending movement of moments, and time had a purpose. Islana was aware everyone, every living being, had a limited time in this realm but she also knew that her's had not run out on this day.

On the outside looking in, that was how the young woman had felt her entire life, as if she belonged somewhere else. Many times it she had, fallen into a pattern, something that gave the motions of being part of a society Islana never fully embraced, and that never would embrace her completely.

Certain people had come into her life giving her somewhere to belong but that had far more to do with the people than the place.

"By blood and birthright?" The words moved across her lips in a hushed question.

Earlier Viher had said he remembered her, now he was speaking about ancestry, and how it was her right to follow this path, but she was Helian. Wasn't she?

Was it possible that her unwavering interest in the desert, the complete adaptation to the hostile environment, came to her from generations past? Islana had no idea about her mother's past and very little of her father's. Things, among the many, she was never told.

It had become very clear, the young woman belonged here, on this path. It was more than a need, it was as if everything had led Islana here.

"I'm ready to continue on the path."

Islana's destiny lay with this journey, it called to her and gave her no option but to follow where it led.