The darkness began to seep deep into her form, tightening and constricting to the point that she was suffocating. She now was too weak to resist the negativity of her own soul and the blankness that surrounded her. Already Ayesha felt the desperation of relief of the blinding abyss that surrounded her. Everything that she felt now reflected off of her past horrific memories, but ten times worst than they really were. Her mind throbbed; her body ached as it hungered for light, for air, for life.<br/><br/>Curled up against the roots of a neighboring tree, she anchored herself in the real world as her heart and spirit struggled against the onslaught of her senses. In her mind faint malicious whispers crept about the confines of her thoughts, imprinting self destructing images that threatened her already feeble mind. Plummeting deeper into the dark abyss of the twisted demented minds of her enemies, she cried out into the darkness, a voiceless scream that no one could hear through the thick canvas of obscurity. Even Zaer nor anyone of the waking world would hear her, only the withering spirits that surrounded her and feasted on her woes and pains.<br/><br/>Ayesha began to feel herself losing to the shadows of the spirit realm the one’s that were seeking the light in this world. There was no light about her now, and all hope dwindled down to a fine thread, very much what the fates used to cut for death and strung out for life. Struggling to fight against the darkness, a faint voice reached her ears, a man’s voice. As if waking up from a feverish dream, she opens her eyes to the darkness, blinded and unseeing. The voice began to become clearer, seeking out her heart and mind in the shadows. The voice belonged to Zaer, a stranger yet someone she could call friend. His words did not mean anything to her but the truth he put behind them struck deep into her heart, bringing her conscious mind back to this plane.<br/><br/>It’s not her fault that these demons are here, it is not her fault that her sister is dead, and it is not her fault that nations have fallen…She can fight and find a way to be rid of these demons in her heart and also of this world. Her eyes opened sharply to be welcomed by shadowy figures surrounding her with blood gleaming eyes. She was not close to Zaer, and she knew that as soon as she opened her senses about her, infact he was going the wrong direction which oddly enough relieved her.<br/><br/>The whispers of the shadows grew heavier about her, working to impose themselves onto her mind and heart, pushing her boundaries once again. Eyes beginning to glow from anger and hate, Ayesha pushes herself up against the weight of the darkness.”I am Ayesha Eruanna Caladwen,  high priestess of the Light Tribe, daughter of the once high priest Claentor Euric Caladwen, and you will not rule over me!” she shouts out, forming large orbs of power within her fists before she expanded out the power like a whip that crackled and snapped like lightening but the substances clang onto anything that it touched. Eyes glowing a whitish gold, she spreads out the whips to form a sort of web, pulling and constraining the dark spirits within its tacky threads. As soon as she grasped onto the main hosts of the darkness, she shouts out a chant, more like curse before a surge of light flashes through the air, incinerating the darkness about them.<br/><br/>Soon enough the darkness that once surrounded them diminished, only to be contained by the web she created between the borders of the Storm Clan and this woods. Only she would be able to see the webs she created, using the hosts as masts to hold it steady. Only she and others with the gifts of their clans would feel the sensation of the barrier, but only she would see it. Hands giving off faint pulses of light began to shake and quiver from exhaustion.  The power that she once held dissipated from her as she soon felt herself become heavy once again. Looking about the wood, and from a few yards away she caught the eyes of the Fire Lord.<br/><br/>It was her mistake to use her gifts while not being rejuvenated enough from before, but she knew that she had to do something to save herself as well as others. A faint smile touched her lips as she looked at him, and she mouthed a few words of thanks before she collapsed down to the rough earth beneath her. Still conscious, she wheezes faintly for breath as she lays there, smelling the faint sweet grass near her head as well as feeling the pain within her limbs. A bitter sweet moment to be precise but she was still alive, she thanked the gods that she was still there, despite the agony she now suffered.<br/><br/>Body trembling from shock and exhaustion she whimpers and clenches onto the grass beside her as she curled up within herself. She wanted to let go and welcome the darkness of unconsciousness but feared it most, for it reminded her of what happened moments ago. When will this all end, she wondered as she fought for breath and the will to stay awake.<br/>