User blog:Drix153/Tales of the Many

Alorah Taredi
"It's not so bad here," Alorah muttered, "once you get used to it." She looked over her shoulder. "But to be honest, I don't see how you made it this far." Lightning struck somewhere outside, briefly illuminating the cave they were in. She could see her prisoner watching her, his face contorted with rage.

"Listen, I get it: you're some big, bad guy back in your tribe and I'm just a girly girl who can't even make a fire without using magic. I bet you're asking yourself how someone like me managed to take you out without even lifting a finger." A growl. "Hey, you have only yourself to blame."

Alorah spent the next few minutes in silence. She had to make sure her attention was split between curbing him and keeping her fire going.

"You want to know something? I've only been here for a month. During those first few days I thought I was going to die. Nearly did too...but I made it, and now I'm stronger because of it."

"That's why I'm here. Back home, I was weak. The One True God knew that, so He brought me here. It's another test. Fire and water...and this time I didn't fail."

Alorah rose to her feet. Her prisoner stood as well, mimicking her movements down to the last detail. She turned to him and smiled.

"By the end of our journey, you too will come to know the One True God."