Those That Are Feared

The memories that Islana's mind were filled with were disturbing and brutal, but less so on the part of Skara than that of mankind.

People had a way of wanting to destroy that which they feared for lack of understanding. The Inquisition and magik weavers. Helians and the natives of Arcadia. The people who first landed on these shores and the Skara.

Islana actually felt empathy for the being and its kind. They could have been left alone, to just be. Then perhaps none of this would be happening. The Skara might have felt those feelings from the huntress but there was no guarantee.

The creature was still terrifying, anything that was about to eat you would be, but the redhead understood them better. Which was an odd mindset to be in.

There had been second, third, fourth, and perhaps more chances of survival on this path Had Islana run out of chances?

The young woman couldn't move. Her mind felt extremely weak. She couldn't tell if the blood had subsided.

It seemed wrong, like it shouldn't end this way. She couldn't give up. Not yet. Yet, there was no good answer on what to do to fight this.

Her magik had backfired, besides, the young witch felt far too weak to try it again. The Twin Gods had been asked to spare Madaya over herself. Would another pray be asking too much? Maybe, more of a question pondered to the deities was best.

What do I need to do to be saved?