Anger at being disturbed when I wanted a few more minutes of sleep. Anger at the wind for blowing dust into my eyes. Anger at the lessons I could never seem to understand, and above all, anger at myself for being so unworthy of everything I had been blessed with in my life. Ayasha, Mother of our tribes, the Womb of the World, must have been angry too, since she saw fit to take it all away. We had been running for hours. The moon indicated that it was now the darkest hour of morning. I didn't know if I could bear to face the sun. I, Miraj, am last of the Hikari. Ours was a duty to be the guiding light and bask in all the glory of the warm summer plains. But I could not shine now. My heart was overtaken by a web of darkness. Kurai was the spider who cocooned me in her silk. It was only a matter of time before they found me. Killed me. And Hikari would be no longer. Leo set me down on my feet. The men from the desert exchanged words of conversation. I couldn't hear a word they were saying.
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