Chapter 51 Amarhuk （Rook）
AMARHUK (ROOK)
Izzy’s thoughts churned, dark and despairing, yet every now and then, some small shred of light peaked through and she’d think of Vyns. His spiritual connection kept her going.
Now to do my part.
Stay strong, Izzy… I… I love you. You need to fight!
I’d rushed through that middle part, even within my own mind, it hadn’t been easy to say those three words.
I wasn’t ready to say them out loud, but here and now, connecting with Izzy in this way, it was what needed to be said, what she needed to hear.
Rook… That one word was filled with so much anguish and desperation, reaching out to me for support.
Let me take your suffering, I whispered, and with a long breath, I deepened my connection to Izzy’s mind.
It was something I’d never tried before.
I’d never wished to get this deep, this intense with any woman.
I’d assumed it was possible but never wished to go there…
until now. I linked fully to Izzy’s mind, a chaotic whirlwind of images and impressions, reflections, speculations, slivers of hope, and inferences of doom.
I couldn’t make her feel any better, this wasn’t a domain of emotions.
Vyns worked with her there. What I could do was calm her thoughts and help her find peace, so she could fight with greater strength and clarity.
Despite having never done it before, it took little effort. It was as if some greater force wished for us to be connected in this way, encouraged it. I didn’t question it.
I took her horror and confusion, bringing it to my mind. I didn’t know if Saldrea had started punishing Myel, or if these thoughts were imaginings of what the false princess might do, but I watched Myel being ripped and shredded, disemboweled slowly.
My gorge rose and I would have been sick… if it hadn’t been for a faint calming influence, just a trickle, from where Vyns’ hand clasped mine. He kept my emotions in check so I could endure these thoughts on Izzy’s behalf.
And in return, Izzy’s mind cleared, calm and settled.
Wow… Izzy breathed. Rook… thank you. I… I can’t… It’s horrible, but now… I can focus. Thank you. The raw pain in her mental voice tore at me, even as I sensed her strength building. She could focus on what she needed to do, not the horrors around her.
I’d done what I could. I’d do anything for the woman I loved, including enduring this torture and taking her pain, so she could fight.
And fight she did.