“Hector? Hector!” idly my limbs carried me across the Throat as I searched for my father. My adoptive father. Where was he? After finishing my first patrol, I had went to our spot in which we both slept at night, but when I woke in the morning he wasn't there. He hadn't been there all night. And for most of the next day I sat there and waited as well, but he still didn't show.

Perhaps he was on a patrol, I had thought.
Perhaps he was on a mission, I had thought.
Perhaps he was just busy with something I had thought.

But now several days had passed since I had last seen him or heard from him. A patrol wouldn't have lasted this long. He wouldn't have left on a mission without saying goodbye. If he was busy, he would have either stopped and visited for a little bit or at least send word to me. Panic began to form in my chest as flashes of memories from my past run through my mind. What if...what if they got him?! A shudder coursed through my body as I even thought about that possibility. Surely, they didn't take Hector. He was strong, brave, and a warrior. He could protect himself from the shadow-men...couldn't he?

“HECTOR?!” My voice cracked slightly as my yell for him began to show my worry. Legs quickened their pace as I traversed the sandy expanse of Dragon's Throat. Where was he?! This wasn't funny! Eventually I grew tired though and my body began to shake from both worry and exhaustion. I had traveled and re-traveled so much out of panic and worry that my body couldn't take anymore. So when I stopped at the lake situated in the middle of the Throat for a drink, I practically fell to the ground. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks silently as my worry started to overtake me. I couldn't lose him too. It was bad enough to lose my mum, but not him. Oh please not him. Not my father. I...I couldn't lose him. He couldn't leave me. He...he promised to teach me everything I needed to know. He promised that he would protect me. He promised that he would take care of me.

Shards began to protrude from the ground in a semi-circular fashion around me and pointed outwards. They were clear in color and rose to about chest height if I was standing. At first I gasped, realizing I had lost control of my magic within my grief stricken state. But then I realized it was actually well controlled. The crystals were a form of protection right now – a hard outer shell that would keep others out if they weren't too curious. I wanted to be alone, or at least I thought I wanted to be alone.

Be brave like Hector. The words echoed within my mind as my needs and desires jumbled all around within me. Tossing and turning like a leaf falling from a tree. Falling. Was that what was happening to me? Was my very soul finally falling and breaking after all the hardship I had been through?

Mum. Hector. What did I deserve to lose both of them? What had I done in my shortly lived life that was so damn terrible that the gods felt a need to destroy my happiness? What was it? Why? Why me? Why...why...why, “WHY ME!?”

My eyes widened as I realized I had screamed angrily at the gods who likely couldn't even hear me. It probably wasn't their fault though and I began to feel guilty shortly after my outburst. I wanted to be alone. I needed to be alone. I...I needed...somebody. Somebody that could help me get my mind off of this. Somebody who could make me happy again. Anybody who would be willing to stop and talk with a devastated yearling who lost her mum and saw her killed and now lost her adoptive father.

I just needed somebody, anybody who could help in any way possible.

"Isara's speech"|"Isara's thoughts"

WORD COUNT;; 677
TAGGED;; @[Hertz]
OOC;; it's a little on the sad side since Hector got AA'd. Half debated about just making this an open and writing a new one, or just going it it. Going with it won xD