HEIR OF LIGHT
A female voice said, it was soft and full of evil.
He knew who it was and knew she hated fear, with the pain in his body he stood up, ignoring the shouts of his knees, a woman dressed in a black see through sari, stood elegantly in front of him, tall and voluptuous with a long dark hair, eyes sharp and black around the iris as her heart.
"Herega, it is an honour" he said,
Herega, the goddess of storms, third in the trinity of chaos that were the spawns of drador, chaos itself.