Eye of the Storm

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The storm ranged all around. It had grown to a spinning behemoth over the desert. The dark clouds and winds lashed the land as far as the eye could see. The wind sounded like it was wailing.

Islana stood in the eye of the storm. It streched for miles. A warm breeze, no wind and a peacefulness that was alien to to the brutality of what was going on at its edges.

At the centre of the eye, a red dim light shone down from the skies into the sands below. Near it the young woman thought she saw the figure of an old woman.

She made her way there...