Head Games
Naria's psychic form walked around inside her head. Not a casual walk, but a shuffle that spoke volumes of what she was feeling.
Her heart jumped at the demented laughing of an effeminate man.
Dilandau. I hate him. Oh, Folken, I wish you were here. You would've taken me into your arms and comforted me. I can't believe Dilandau forced me to bite that man's penis off.
Naria's stomach wretched as she thought about the man's bloody member in her mouth, and she bent over and threw up on the ground.
Naria took out a mirror, and looked at her face. There was a four-inch scar running over her eyebrow, eyelid, and left cheek, a present from her last psychic battle with Dilandau. Dilandau, because of his psychotic nature, was an excellent psychic combatant.
He wants me to turn me into another Dilandau. He wants me to hate my sister like he hates King Van. Well it isn't going to work. I love my sister. I'd die for her if I had to. He wants to scar everyone so they will all be ugly, just like him.
It was a good thing Naria's mind was a big place. She didn't want Dilandau to find her. She tried to stay away from the banks of the Memory River where her treasured past lay. She stuck close to the Emotional Springs so that any damage her mind received could always be worked out when she was in control while her body was conscious.
She received the scar close to the Control Center of her body, which means that she could physically become scarred for real. She already noticed a terrible wound opening up yesterday morning. It poured out blood, but it stopped, and there it was, the four-inch scar. Naria had tried to get an eye patch, but every time Dilandau got in control of her body, he took the eye patch off and threw it out. Finally Naria gave up. Now she was stuck with it.
It hurt her self-esteem. She couldn't let Folken see her like this. She was ugly, weak, and sad, just as she was when she was a child with her milk teeth. First, she needed to get rid of Dilandau.
She felt as though no one could love someone like her. Folken would turn his back on her, and Eriya would hate her for being, well, an ugly bitch.
She couldn't find words of encouragement because she had to stay away from the banks of the Memory River. If Dilandau caught her there, she could lose everything that she was fighting for.
Now I know how Celena felt.
She could sympathize with Celena now. She used to laugh at Celena, making jokes about multiple personalities. But now Naria could experience her pain. Naria was the victim, and she needed help. She remembered the girl Allen brought with him.
And then she got an idea.