Chapter 84

"Stop!" the priest screamed from the pulpit. "Please don't hurt her." As he got closer to her, she fought to get away from him. She was, however, held in place by six pairs of hands. He went right up in her face and gazed down into her eyes with a reptile grin, as if she was some kind of monster. She realized, that anger, pain, sadness - so intertwined that perhaps their names aught to be tweaked to reflect the true origins of those emotions.

Lava was the emotional volcano, convinced it was the fault of others, or circumstance. But she never wanted to be that way; it was the trait she most disrespect in others... maybe that explains a lot. Don't they say that most folks are mean not because they struggle to like you, but because they struggle to like themselves? She thought to herself.

However, Lava could see his teeth, which were all filed down to the size of fangs. His skin was scaly and dry to the point that it was splitting and peeling away. Green and wet. The priests of th