Usurper

The words The Brotherhood of The Ebony Hand, the black robes stuck in Islana's mind even though or maybe because she had little control over such things, at the moment. The feeling they should never be trusted lingered within her, even as she found herself in another time and place.

A storm, a woman standing naked in it. The sand and wind blowing around her in swirling formations. Loud screams, which pierced the ears and the soul, came from this woman's mouth.

Unsure of what to make of any of this, Islana just stood there. Then the word was shot at her as painful as any arrow. "Usurper!!!"

But she wasn't, the Twins chose who was to be called. This felt odder than the other visions. Like it was her but not her. Like something was telling her to prove this woman wrong but she couldn't speak.

The sand began pelting her body, the wind picked up speed and the other woman who had hurled the word at her put her hands out as if to cast a wrath upon the one who she considered to be not worthy of the title.