Pushing such thoughts from her mind.   Isis would reach her small place she called home.   Her mind still feverish in prayer for the others.  The hope that flickered like a small amber within her.  Refusing to die, no matter the odds against them all.    Through her own daily toll.<br/><br/>Tired both physically from the football match with some of the youth and now mentally with the events of this evening.    The tranquil setting of her place brings the much needed relief sought  from what has been a stressful day.     Yet these are the times she lives in.    An yet despite such she will as always fight sleep.  Afraid of the dreams that will come.   The shards of a past that her own mind has locked away.