Keeper of Arancti

chapter 6 - The Forsaken

I had passed out and Sheia had had to carry me back. I had no idea she had such a magnitude of strength to carry me but i dismissed my curiousity.

I woke to Sheia hovering over me, dabbing a cold cloth onto my forehead. She smiled weakly when she saw my eyes open.

I sat up and processed the situation. She let me think out my thoughts, waiting patiently for me. I was going to have to save this Island from whatever it was that was plaguing it. I didnt even know what i was to be fighting against. I couldnt fight. I was in no right mindset or physique to be a hero. I wasnt incredibly smart. I wasnt strategic. I wasnt anything. I was just horrendously confused.

Sheia rested her hand on my shoulder. "It is okay. We do not expect you to understand. Or even want to save this place. You hardly even know anything about Arancti. So it is your choice. To save us." She said it in a reassuring voice. As if all i would have to do was to say no and it would all go away. Bt i could tell she wanted me to accept my "destiny".

I stared at her for a moment. Her pleading eyes and  i swore that there were tears lurking within those beautiful violet eyes. I could see her smile failing her. I could see her unruly hair showing signs of hands running through them in frustration. I could see the scars biting her skin.

"So what exactly am I fighting against?"

At that moment, a spot of hope sparked in her eyes.

"They are called the Forsaken." And at that moment all the light had left her eyes.