Shadow Mountain careful with that axe, eugene

Molag Bai.

The name shivered through her mind as she stared at this demon boy, eyes almost reminiscent of Melonii indigo--but lighter, more icy--gleaming as he taunted her. Molag Bai. It had been her brother Ganondorf's other name, but she had seen nothing of that daedric prince in her russet elder sibling--but she saw Molag here, in this dark place. She had been captured, enslaved. . .and now was at his mercy.

He talked of sacrifice. And the name he gave: Skullchaser. It all was reminiscent of her own home, her own place of darkness, and her fear began to dissipate. He spoke of gruesome things, but she was a child of the darkness. She'd seen death. She'd seen the eyes of gods and demons in her dreams.

Maegi made no response to the man, blocking out his words as she began to whisper:

"Oh Mephala,
Mighty weaver of our destiny,
Receive our prayer,
Have mercy on us,
Speak to us in our dreams
Because we are your unworthy servants."

She would chant until he cut her off, her tongue not ceasing, willing the Night Mother to appear before her. It had been her very first prayer learned, and it held a special magic to her. She could only hope that that magic would spare her life on this mountain.