Sweat ran from my face as I forced my legs to pump onward. The Element was in my pocket and as it bumped my leg, I could feel the heat. May'curr had told me that as the Possesor, the Element would be my burden.
"Your's is the terminal Possesion," he had told me many times. "Your death
must be the death of the Element as well. If not, then it will be the death of light." For years I had lived with my people as they filled me with the only barrier against the Elemental anger that could slow true possesion: Love. I had lived into early womanhood in happiness. But the time of love was over and I was running. In the distance, I could hear the horse's ragged cries.
"Peace be a grant of Mya'chna!" I screamed, then I stumbled. The Element burned with heat and anger against my leg at that prayer. In a panic, I rolled over and dug into my pants, desperately trying to remove it. As the heat subsided with dry hisses, I discovered that it had burned itself into my skin and I could not remove it. Apparently, love was no barrier after all.
I got up and ran once more, ignoring the pain.
Reaching May'curr's house, I ran onto his dock and scrambled into his boat. Cutting the rope, I could hear approaching footsteps coming from the trees. In the dark without a moon, I did not pause as May'curr came out from the trees and towards me.
His body was twisted, his head turned sideways, his eyes looking at me without recognition. He glowed a dull red and was followed by the rest of my people who were equally broken. Equally evil. Some were missing limbs. A few had exposed organs. Math'alka had a rope tied around his neck and was being dragged by his wife. They had the look of hunger and hate in their eyes and blood covered their bodies.
I shoved off as sobs overtook me. I took out my knife and dug the Element out of my leg, then submerged it into the water. As it hissed, a few shrieks came from the twisted. They continued into the water after me, but would not catch me. Once the Element was far enough away, their souls would be released.
My eyes running with tears, my leg running with blood, I spoke the prayers of conveyence amid my sobs as the sail billowed with the night's breeze.