#saiela

Saiela had suffered indignities before, but this took the cake. She watched in horror from the inside of a soul gem as the witch decimated her body. She watched as most of her power seeped into the ground irreversibly altering the landscape. She watched the witch pick up the soul gem she was now confined to and smirk. One day she would get out and she would kill that witch. As she let her mind probe out the extent of her new prison she felt another mind push back. ‘Great, just fucking wonderful!’ Saiela thought bitterly. ‘Not only am I confined by that witch, but I have to share my cell…’ The other spirit recoiled against Saiela’s rage, and she sent a wave of anger chasing after the spirit. Her mate Korax was dead, she was trapped in a soul sphere with no physical body at the mercy of whatever whim this witch had.

It was nearly a full year, as far as she could tell, before she felt the witch probe into the gem for her power. She resisted as much as she could but it was useless. She felt the power forcibly sapped from her and saw the witch slay fifty men with the power she stole. It should have left her gasping for breath, but with no lungs it was impossible, instead it just left her soul feeling weak. The small spirit approached her. Saiela could still feel it’s fear, but there was something else underneath it. Admiration? Pity? ‘What!’ Saiela said bristling. ‘I just wanted to see if you were ok?’ It asked in a small voice, or the closest approximation to voice with no physical body. ‘A dragonfly spirit?’ Saiela asked. ‘Y - yes’ it stuttered ‘I was caught up when the witch tried to subdue a different dragon, ages ago. I - I don’t think she knows I’m here…’ ‘What happened to the last occupant?’ Saiela asked. ‘The witch used all his power to preform a necromancy spell on her self. Then she sold his soul to a w - wraith.’ The spirit said with a disgusted shudder. New rage boiled inside her. She lashed out bursts of power narrowly missing the spirit.

The witch drew on her power more and more often, and in the span of a decade she began to feel the last dregs of her strength being pulled at. ‘What is your name little bug?’ Saiela asked finally ‘Skye’ it responded. Saiela had grown quite fond of the bug’s constant presence, but in their talks never thought to call her more than bug, or little bug. ‘I fear this may be one of our last conversations Skye’ Saiela said. ‘I’m about to pull something very stupid. Something I would not try unless I was about to die.’ ‘Please miss Saiela, I don’t want to be alone again…’ Skye pleaded the voice turning watery, crying if there had been any physical aspect to any of this. Saiela turned away from the spirit. The witch was reaching for her power again and Saiela surged up to meet it, pulling every last bit of power she had. The bolt of power she sent stunned the witch and sent the soul gem flying. Saiela let the darkness consume her, not having the energy to keep it at bay.