Gaining Control

The first night on the strange island was not challenging for Aisling. Her captors did not leave her food and water. However, the issue of water was not an insurmountable one for an elemental witch, especially in a place with the ocean right next to it.

She only needed to cup her hands, and freshwater would fill them without even a chant. The matter of food would have to wait. Fortunately, after months or whatever period she had been in that white room, she would not feel anything after missing a few meals.

The only problem was the beasts she could hear from the lush woods. She did not dare move from the beach at night because of fear of those glowing eyes. She could only remain on the beach for the moment until daylight.

She was a little worried about being attacked at night, so she formed a ring of fire around her. The fire used magical energy, so it could not be extinguished easily.