"Zilda?" he asked, confused. He dropped the sword and started walking towards her.
"No! Turn around and get out of here!" Alanna screamed. She knew it was in vain. It was just a memory and the past could not be changed. But she couldn't help but get desperate and cry.
Zilda started to walk towards him. Aillard's gaze was one of love.
"Zilda… wake up! You've been bewitched…" he tried. Despite the bodies around them, and he knew she was to blame, he still loved her. Faolán's emerald green eyes made Alanna almost feel her heart beat. She wanted to be able to go to him, protect him from the beast that Zilda had become, and let him take her in his arms. The threads that bound her to her earthly body began to vibrate, more and more, as Aillard and Zilda approached.
