Shadow Mountain careful with that axe, eugene

Maegi out

There were no words for what she felt. Every syllable was inadequate. She felt as if she stood on a precipice, the yawning darkness before her. It was her mind drifting on the edge of consciousness, but in her young mind, Maegi stood on the edge of the Void, the voices of the daedra and the deceased calling to her in one wall of sound, at once a scream and a whisper.

She swore she could hear Miraak.

Then she snapped back to herself and saw, through blurred vision, Moonshadow appear, one of the most unlikely heroes she could think of. This wasn't the situation to be choosy, though, and Maegi could only tremble as the dark woman spoke, her voice full of a confidence she hadn't held back in the Woods. Giving her enough time to feel regret.

She was not only a child, she was dumb, for thinking she could find her brothers on her own. She'd ran her mouth, gotten herself snatched up by a witch and thrust into the jaws of a sadist. She was a child, and any child in her situation might very well break down and sob, as she'd done when Cicero had taken Ramsay and Euron away. She'd have every right to do so in this hellish situation.

But Maegi knew she did not have the luxury to weep. Not here. Not now. And above all the voices that howled in her head like a brutal storm, one cried loudest: that of her own conscience.

Run.

Adrenaline coursing through her veins, and despite the slow pour of blood from her face, Maegi left Moonshadow to her battle with the fearsome man and took off at a mad pace, heedless of which direction she went.