The Trance

The breaths came in slow, even, measured intervals, striving to be as still as possible. The well of passions, the strongest of emotions: rage, love, fury, lust, despair and triumph were at her fingertips, separated from her mind by only will. The trance helped immensely, providing an extra stillness. She could trance need for food or sleep, so that when she released it, she would be ravenous but too tired to eat. She was to be guarded in battle for the same reasons. In the trance, it was her and the rift; there was no sensation, no touch, sound, sight.