From Out Of The Dream

The cold hard floor would be the woman's seat for a while. Feeling as if she couldn't move, the young witch took in the enormity of the task she had just completed and what it meant.

While most of the actual process was a jumbled mess, the flashes and feeling that accompanied them, told enough of the story to know it had been quite the feat. The greatest test, so far.

Her mind was trying to focus on anything but the pain and overwhelming thirst. The last trial and boar had a meaning which seemed difficult to interpret. It was likely part of the growing collection of that which was to be.

Islana wondered what happened to the other girls, especially Madaya and hoped they were alright. It had been just a dream but the consequences seemed as if they could leak into the real world.

Sitting there for what seemed like a very long time before the door finally opened and the Council approached. Islana said nothing, she remained in the floor awaiting the next step.