She ripped my eye from my face. When I reached up to grab her, she scraped the skin off my hand as well. I fell down on the salt flats, screaming in pain. I yelled at her to give them back. “You won’t miss them. You weren’t using them anyway.” She started to walk away as I continued to writhe in pain.
I realized I was still wearing the cloak. If she could take the eye and the hand, why didn’t she take the cloak? I forced myself to become calm despite the agony. Laying flat on the crumbly salt, I went through the basic ritual of Sight.
Even though my eye socket was empty but for scraps of hanging flesh, I could See.
That. Lying. Bitch.
I stood up, wavering slightly from the shock of injury. “Liar! Deceiver!” She continued walking away. “I know your Name! And with your Name, I command you!”
“DOUBT! STOP!” She stopped walking and turned to face me.
My anger overwhelmed the pain. I stood up surely, raised my bleeding hand, and formed a fist. As I did, the skin healed into a mutable scar at once. “Doubt. You can’t take my Eye unless I allow you. You can’t take my Hand unless I allow you. Only by fear, do you have power over me. “
“Do you really think you can take them back from me?”
I answered honestly. “No. I can’t take them from you. Because you never had them.” I wiped the gore from my eyesocket. At once, the eye was restored. “Leave me, Doubt. I have other shit to play with.”
A fierce wind stirred up the salt, obscuring my view. I woke with a start.