The moment Skyla caught a glimpse of the Ghast of Shorstone, her heart sank.
She didn't have the same connection to it as someone like Lukas did, but the sight of its horrid visage was so deeply unsettling to her, all she could do was stare at it as the fear crept deeper into her heart.
Her mind dredged up old memories and scars from her past that she had left behind some time ago.
The night she nearly lost everything came back to her.
She could practically hear the booming thunder, feel the cold rain on her skin. She could feel the subtle warmth of holding her younger brother in her arms as she watched her house burn to the ground.
But Skyla wasn't the kind of person to give into fear so easily. She had lived through that night, and it had stained her mind, but she was different than she used to be. She had lost an arm to prove how flawed she was, it opened her eyes to just how much she needed to change.
And she had.
