Waking into a new life

The Temple

Islana opened her eyes gingerly. She felt her mind swim in a sea of images and kaleidoscopic flashes as when one wakes from a deep sleep and the dream world was still at arms reach. For a few heartbeats she didn't know where she was, she couldn't even recall who she was really.

She moved slowly into her back and looked at the dome above her seeing the depiction of a grand sandstorm. The smell of water and dust were heavy in the cavernous room. She heard the shuffle of feet nearby and saw a tall man in long flowing rooms holding a staff and a prone man at her feet.

The dim ringing sounf in her ears abated and she could hear the familiar sounds of chatting I'm the distance. It sounded joyous and it carried a message of hope. She realised she could understand all the words. Ancient Ozainae tongue.

The man walked towards her, his iron craved staff tapping on the floor as he walked. His arm was bleeding.
He extended his hand to her as if to lift her up.

She looked at the offered hand and at the man's face. She slowly realised she knew him. Had known him for a very long time. He had been her right hand man, twice now. And it seemed he had just saved her life.

"Rise Sister..." He said and the new Prophetess reached out to grab Tamazzalt, The Ascendant's grasp and rise to her feet...