Pain

Pilgrimage of Bones

Islana was swimming in a sea of pain, drifting in and out of consciousness. The contact with the mind the hive of the Skara felt like a violation. More ruthless than other physical pain the young woman had felt on her life. More degrading as well.

Part of her knew that as much as she had been shown a part of the beings past, they too had taken memories from her. Of her life, her people and her friends.

Her eyes would open at intervals, and she would see that frantic face of Madaya, trying to rouse her from her slumber. Tears streamed down her face. The beast was coming. She had to get up.

Somehow...