[Arikana]

You’ll never be good enough. Just leave. Now. It’s true, you don’t belong here. Heck, everyone’s already thinking it. The voices persisted as she struggled to push through the voices and maintain her grip upon reality. She clutched and clawed at her head in hopes of scraping the voices away as she sensed the movement of others, whirling her head around and noticing the weapons pointed toward her. An eddy of fire swirled around Ei’lycia surrounding her small frame in a frantic fury; her psychic powers rising of its own accord in response to the potential danger before her. No one truly wants you here. It’s all just a ploy to get rid of you for good. Besides, what can you do? You’re a mere seventeen-year-old child.

Once the leader’s voice commanded a retreat of sorts from the others, she felt the fire — her powers — recede in return. Upon hearing the question asked by the one in charge, she said calmly, “I was wondering if I could get some training throughout this mission. I know, if properly trained, I’m sure I can be stro—” She stopped suddenly, spun to her right, her narrowed eyes shifting across every individual in the room as she shrieked out, “Stop talking about me!”

Just as she barely finished yelling, her eyes clenched shut as she dropped to the ground and tightly curled up in fetal position, rocking herself gently. Her hands were pounding the floor, the air, even her head — everywhere — as she desperately sought to get rid of the voices that lingered still.

Her lips trembling as words fell out quickly and in a barely audible mumble. “No. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. Just please stop. I don’t want you here anymore. Just go away.”