Searching The Fire

Islana sat staring into the fire. She wasn't paying much attention to Hendrick but she knew what had transpired with Omen had possibly now all made them suspect in his eyes.

Her focus was more on the vision she had been given than the memory she had lost. Even though it was like having a dark hole inside her mind.

The vision of being chased ran over and over in her. And images of what might happen if he managed to capture her. She stood up and walked not far but slightly away from the fire. Letting her face turn from the group a single tear fell down her face. Not because of the images or because of any memory but because she now knew she'd have to run again. Something she had known might be a possibility but to know it might never end made her feel exhausted in a way she had never felt before. She wished she knew someone, just one person, well enough to trust them with what had happened tonight.

Islana pulled herself together, went back by the fire and sat back down. She, for the first time, really looked at the others around the fire and wondered what they were feeling at that moment.