Darkness.
Heat.
Movement, always movement. A slow swaying. A swift, rolling push. The thud of her own heart beating.
Frayed borders of consciousness, sometimes straining at her own, sometimes vaguely wafted on the borders. All strange, all foreign.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days. Years. Eons. Time flowed around her yet she remained untouched by its defacements.
Until the moment an essence filled her mind. Never before in the darkness had she felt the touch of such a will. She knew in that moment, it was time.
Drawing back, thrusting out. The sound of the world rending.
Blinding light.
Cool wind.
A physical touch.
Dazzling silver light and sheer energy coursing through her veins and spirit. Connecting her to the soul who called her out.
Destiny arises.
Disclaimer:I do not own Inheritance Cycle...Very sadly so. :)