Ayesha was not used to being looked after nor the fact of being carried. Throughout the time they traveled through the woods, she had wanted to be placed back onto her feet once again. The only thing that had kept her back from doing such a thing was her own dissipated energy. Her mind wandered through the past events like a puzzle they were. As they continued through the heavy foliage, she came to a conclusion that there was more at work behind the council’s decision of not believing her. If she remembered correctly, there was something different about the elves that spoke to her.<br/><br/>The men and women of the council had eyes filled with a different light than normal. This new enemy of theirs was in fact stronger than them all, and could creep into their minds. She herself could vouch for that. When they were gathering their armor in the guard room, she felt the sensation of becoming possessed. If she had not blocked her mind of its power she would have had been lost, taken into the depths of darkness. This was not entirely all what happened she recalled, it too was a combination of a vision and a battle. Spiritually she fought back the black void of pain but she herself was consumed by the images of what may come.<br/><br/>The Storm clan will soon become a pawn in this twisted game. Like herself she had gone to this clan because she knew of their strength of command, which appeared that their foe also discovered. She was the reason why they were in danger, and it made her sick beyond belief. She was the catalyst towards the end of the world. Within her heart she knew that she had to try and help the others and find a way to destroy this enemy. She must avoid any more deaths; especially the children that will help bring back life into this world. Still with the thought of children suffering such a war brought images of her dead younger sister. She will not allow any more to die, if she could help it.<br/><br/>Throughout their journey she had kept eerily quiet, only engulfed with her thoughts and inner torment. As soon as she was set to the side, she rested down onto a nearby bolder. Still weak and feeble like a newborn babe, she sat their quietly, gaining enough strength to move. Her blue green eyes scanned the serene glade, taking in the beauty as if she would not see such a place again. The sound of the water gliding down through the stream and over rocks soothed and tormented her. Still guilt moved through her like a worm through an apple, defiling her sense of good. Her eyes held a cloudy and unfocused look to them as she stared out towards the clear pristine water. If only she could be as clean as the water, she thought, feeling dirty with her pain and disturbing thoughts.<br/><br/>Zaer seemed to enjoy the bounty of the fresh water like there was nothing like that, she too wanted to feel free enough to take in something as clean as the spring water but she did not feel worthy enough. Looking away from the back of his figure she glances at the dirt before her. She wasn’t even worth more than the dirt at her feet. She wasn’t sure if she was simply tired or overwhelmed but she could not help herself much more. Tears began to streak down her cheeks, creating clear etchings along the dust that coated her skin. She could not hold it back anymore, the pain the guilt of everything. Her lower lip trembled as she looked off to the side, down to the dirt which was no better than. Hands clenching into shaking fists she struggled to keep from being noticed. It all hurt within her, very much like her heart was shattering. As childish as it seemed, she just wished that everything that they been through was all but a dream, and it all will go away. She felt so much like a child now, unable to adapt to the change that was happening so quickly about her.<br/><br/>She kept quiet for as long as she could as she wept silently and viciously. Ayesha watched Kayla walk away more up the stream, limping as her would festered. In Ayesha’s mind she knew she must tend to it as soon as possible, but she could not gather the energy to even move. She was worthless and for some reason she could not get it out of her mind that she was any better. The words and pain within her chest, kept eating her away as she sat there, its seed of pain planting within her mind.<br/>