MAVERICK.
"...you have to help him, Umma. Going through that would nearly kill him."
"It is the only way, Lisa. If I had done something right from the start then we wouldn't have been in this mess."
"All the more reason why he shouldn't be made to go through the ritual. What if he can't fight it? What if he succumbs to the darker part of him?"
"Then we do what's needed," the voice was hard. Firm. Filled with enough conviction to show that whatever was needed, it shall be done.
The two voices, different from each other, dragged me out of my restless slumber. I pried my eyes open, trying to adjust my eyes to the light from the candle burning directly beside me. My eyes instantly watered causing me to shut them for a moment.
"...has been dealing with it all these years without anything
