the only thought that went through your pounding head was ‘how much longer do I need to run?’ You choked back a sob, tears streaming down your face. You were a strange, powerful creature. Only issue was: you had no idea how to control your power, or how to fully control yourself.. everyone on Stormlit Isle wants your blood. They call you an abomination. A monster. An evil demon of death. All you want to do is curl up and cry, simply give up. you sit down in a cave and cry. {Describe yourself}