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Malina tried to keep herself calm, the darkness helped. She didn't have to look at herself, she didn't have to look at anything. Here in the dark she could be with her thoughts. Despite herself her thoughts raced from one topic to another leaving her present situation for a moment. Itzi was dead, she was sure that she had seen him fall. The Otontin had betrayed her, but why? Teiuc would have been the mastermind behind the coup. He was a powerful man in Tollan as the general of the Shorn Ones always was but he had risen above that to be the speaker for the three other's who commanded the Otontin. He had kicked her.

Malina called out for her ancestors, she called out to her Gods, but received no answer. Something was wrong, something was pressing on her. She could feel it, she could see it, even her in the dark, she could see them wreathed in smoke. Their pressure pushing down on her silencing her voice. Neither the Gods nor her ancestors could her her through that weight. She reached out again. It was too much, she could do in her weakened strength could get through. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, it was like a cloud that surrounded her, she could see it following her hands as she moved them through the air. He eyes were still bathed in blackness, but behind her eyes she saw the cloud as she had seen in on the floor of her cabin.

She began to explore her prison. Slowly on her knees she began to map out her cell. IT was barely a bodies length across but still she had to pause to rest once before she reached it's end. She mapped it twice before she was forced to quit. The cell was hardly long enough for her to lay down in any of the four directions. Roughly a square in shape, the door lay directly across from the cured wall of the hell and a bed of straw law along one of the interior walls. It was there that she finished her mapping and feel into a fevered sleep. She willed herself not to think of where she was when the darkness took her again.