Days later Jarron found her staring blankly at the ceiling, her handmaidens having already tended to her for the day, she lay in her bed with no expression on her face. It was an eerie feeling stepping into her room, nothing but pain, suffering and confusion surrounded her. She turned and looked at him, eyes darker than normal and sighed closing them and turning back to the ceiling.
"Evil, what happened?" he asked
"I can't even begin to explain, but trust me when I tell you Jarron, what I've done has only been done to save my own life." She quietly replied.
She never spoke more words than were necessary and the fact she had said that much made him deeply concerned for both of their well beings at the moment. He sat on the bed next to her suddenly feeling responsible for everything that had happened to her since he had forced the block on her memory so many years ago. Rubbing his face and sighing he asked no one in particular, "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
"I don't know," she said, surprising him she had answered, "But promise no matter what you and I need to stick by each other. My dreams have been queer as of late; my visions only showing me glimpses of what is to come, but it is only ever you and I that I see in them."
No doubt she was one of the most powerful force beings ever begotten, her visions were spot on ninety nine percent of the time, and Jarron was still confused as to why she hadn't seen the mess of what was that mission; he turned to her, nodding quietly in agreement.