"Did you ever get this feeling like you are just a thirsty rose in the middle of the Sahara desert, surrounded by the golden sand domes, struggling against the winds and at any given moment you can be ripped from this earth? Well that's how I feel right now and I'm fed up of holding on. I'm on the verge of giving up and just let the winds take me where ever. " That was the last thing I've ever heard from my brother before he freed himself from this place but he left me here all alone literally in the middle of the Sahara. His word echoed in my mind as I sat huddled in the dark corner of my cell. I've been in this room for what felt like decades,surrounded by darkness and the murky scent of the air.
" Why would you leave me here Ashton?" I screamed indignantly. Don't you know what they are doing to me?"
I looked at the recently made lacerations on my body. I've become so numb I don't feel the pain anymore, just the discomfort of air brushing against exposed flesh. I held up my hand looking at the gash in the middle of my palm, the blood has now clotted. It's precious they'll always say more we need more. I'll wake up every morning with new wounds, feeling fatigue as my blood is slowly drained from my body, for what purpose? I don't know.
" Asha...Asha" someone whispered,snapping me out of my thoughts. " Asha Silverstien" the calming voice of a woman called again. Then out of the darkness this figure appeared. A woman, chocolate brown, hair ivory, dress in white. Eyes traced with black eyeliner, her hands, feet and neck accessorized with gold, her body exuding an aura of pure power. I thought that I was hallucinating, I blinked, but the figure was still there.
" My dearest child, you don't know that power that pumps through your veins. For what in you is just not blood, it's the power of Ma'at and chaos, the balance of good and evil, and you my child, the only being that can host the bringer of chaos, The Mitora."
Everything in me froze trying to process what this woman just said.
" Wow Asha, that's it you've just crossed to the wacko side." I told myself. I got up and began to pace the room full aware that the woman was still there. "Who the crap is the Mitora? Why can host him? Is it a him? What is a host? Who is Ma'at? These questions just bombarded my thoughts.
" Hush child" the woman commanded.
"Who.... Who are you?I stuttered
" I am Isis" she beagn
" The Goddess of health, marriage, wisdom, magic and the giver of live." I finished.
She smiled at me " Yes child I am all of those.
