“I do not want your sympathy Ayla,” the Dark One said with his eyes still closed, as he stood unmoving; “I want your help.”
Touching him body and soul, she finally understood what he was asking of her and the realization made her withdraw and step away from him. Opening her eyes, she stared at him as he stood motionless, his face still turned upward toward the ceiling, his vast wings still unfolded, his hands stretched out palms up.
“You want me to bring you back to the Light.” She spoke the words breathlessly, terrified of everything his request represented. He nodded, but did not otherwise move.
What would become of her should she assist him? What would the Elders think? What would Mardan do? How could she explain to him why she would even consider such a dangerous undertaking? She la
