I struggled with my new identity as I walked through this barren desert with Loraine. It has been days since I came back to Damarea's town, since my mysterious meeting with that witch. It has been days since that creepy Shadow that always followed me, that always told me I was different from everyone else had a name. Yes,I was called a witch. A few weeks before now, believing in the idea that anything else magical existed asides Ztafas would have seemed like a joke to me. I didn't even know about seers until Kain revealed he was one. And to think that I was to release some old goddess from her imprisonment seemed even more insane. I didn't feel power, I felt terror.
Apparently, the idea of me being the herald didn't sit well with Loraine. I admit that I lashed out at her when I just came
