Neither here nor there, what would time be as it already appears to be in a bizarre predicament. Almost at a synchronicity, the two periods delve into their own tribulations with Queen Mureden of the past and Lady Geiyra towards the end of its future.
Lady Radelaine extended her arms to see how the gem is tracing into her nerves as she felt it transmitting into her body.
What was that? Radelaine curiously thought.
"I will now be taking you far back in time, you could oppose but," Sir Philip paused hardly continuing what he is trying to say
"I will take measures by threatening your life. Will you burn along the house or are you coming with me?" Such perplexing words came from this knight but Radelaine just wanted to end the pain so she responded, "Take me with you."
And just like that, the four of them, the lady and the three knights perished in the fire.
Like a bolt of lightning, Radelaine felt like she is being swallowed in an endless swirling of extramundane and inconceivable sensations streaming at an unknown current.
She shut her eyes but it was like it never closed for she doesn't have eyes or a body, to even reckon with.
She's like a ball of energy or like some units of an entity.
Like the gem itself became her.
The moment she realized she was detached from her own being, she saw herself glow in the absence of light she is in.
As she levitates in the darkness, there's nothing but her.
For a moment, it doesn't feel like being swallowed into an immense current being swirled over and over again anymore.
Her gleam and her radiant light came out of herself.
There's nothing in this world but her.
She doesn't have a body but she wants to see herself and know what she is right now, and as she thought, she can suddenly lift her hand as if she's checking what her hand is made of.
She has become a silhouette of herself made of light beaming out of her.
She's become the gem herself.
She's not bewildered nor confused, she's rather curious.
Like she knew not of anything even of herself and where she came from.
Like she's been reborn and knew not what she is and where she is.
As her curiosity answers itself, her recollection of her burning house flashed upon her, and a voice she heard in her head.
"Burn those who deserve to burn,"
Another bolt of lightning struck out of the blue, she felt like she is being swallowed in an endless swirling of extramundane and inconceivable sensations streaming at an unknown current, once again.
Slowly, the unknown current is starting to show where it's headed.
It's headed toward a massive light so blinding she couldn't see anything.
Moments later, she felt like falling.
Radelaine panics as she's finally discerning what's happening to her.
She felt her own weight and for what seemed like she came from the sky and is continuing to fall, her heart started beating so loudly.
As the wind brushed through her body like a storm, her senses came alive more than ever. Knowing that she'll hit the ground any second now made her let out a scream of fright so loud her ears could burst.
She's beginning to anticipate the pain as she descends quickly.
All that could she think of is a miracle to save her.
She closed her eyes still blinded by the bright light and started to feel her throat closing up and tears that never fell on her cheek.
Her insides felt like climbing up in her torso. This is equivalent to a misstep she did on a staircase, except it has been minutes.
Like dreaming about falling but it's no dream at all.
If only she dies before she hits the ground, it'll be better, she thought to herself. No agonizing pain there will be at that point.
She keeps descending and descending that weirdly enough she's appearing to be accepting whatever casualty and is just calm as she braces herself for her own catastrophe not really knowing why she's been falling in the first place.
As her sobs continued to lose hope, she felt something bite her arm and instantly screamed for the life of her whatever it is that did something to her.
She jolted and as she opened her eyes to see what bit her arm, she saw the still ground in front of her waiting to smash herself.
Before she could shatter, her physical existence got its soul back making Radelaine be of experience something in and out of her body.
She didn't shatter and she's not falling but her breathing is still manic, her heart still racing, and her mind is still in the sky.
Her arm that seemed to have been bitten was just another person's hand grabbing her back to reality.
"Princess!" a voice of concern she heard.
"What?" she uttered still disoriented and confused.
"You're alright." a voice she heard again.
She's feeling nauseated and so sick in the stomach.
She looked at the owner of the hand holding her.
It's all still blurry and undiscernible.
"Hey,..." said the voice now holding both her shoulders.
Radelaine's attention turned to the man he doesn't know.
She looked at his eyes and in his deep-seated green eyes, with well-balanced and contoured brows.
Suddenly, all her attention goes to this man.
The man who is named Sir Philip, a knight of Queen Vanameryth, the first Queen of Acaire, was sent together with two other knights, Von and Ryvna, to bring the last descendant of King Gradh, in the time when Queen Vana rules. She's the hope and the champion that defeats Queen Mureden.
And that time is where they are right now.
Radelaine fixed her eyes toward Sir Philip still trying to get her wits back.
Her breathing slows and her heart's pounding is finally calming down.
She saw a wound on the knight's forehead with fresh blood. She wonders where it came from.
"What are you doing?" Sir Philip said as Radelaine's hand slowly reached his face.
Radelaine's brows lightly wrinkled at what he said to her.
Then she saw her hand almost touching his forehead wound already.
She snapped back and removed his hands from her shoulders of embarrassment.
Why did I do that? Radelaine can't believe herself.
"Are you fine now?" Sir Philip asked.
Radelaine looked at the man and wondered as well if she is fine. She just went through something incomprehensible and one thing in her mind is clear, she is not fine.
She looked at her hands examining if it was anything near what she saw when she remembered it glowing.
It's just her normal hands. Nothing new or special.
She struggled to even remember everything that had happened. She wanted to say something to him but she doesn't know what to say or even think at the moment.
She checks her other hand she saw that the man in front of her is kneeling on the muddy ground. What is he doing? She asked herself and squinted her eyes.
She's rather distracted.
"Why are you kneeling on a mud mister?" she asked softly and in great confusion.
"Well, you're-" before even Philip finishes what he's about to say, Radelaine realized that she herself is sitting on the muddy ground.
"You're sitting on one yourself," said a woman a little left on Radelaine's side.
She roamed her eyes and didn't even realize that she was surrounded by two more people. Don't think that she even remembered they are knights.
"Why is that?" she whimpered and is about to cry but is holding herself, "Get me up," she added in a feeble voice and Sir Philip helped her up.
It's not too muddy but for the likes of a lady who was pampered in a home that allows neatness and modesty, this is a horror to her.
"Is there anything I could change into?" she asked as she lifts her skirt and moved her waist-length hair to the side to see the mud on her back. She couldn't help but feel dismayed.
"I'm afraid we might have to sit out you changing for we Princess are in the middle of nowhere." the woman with a sword on her side said.
"What are you saying?" she said in more confusion as she roamed her eyes to where they are.
Indeed, they are not where Radelaine would know of.
In these muddy woods is no place for a lady.
As Radelaine roamed her eyes in the leafless tall trees in the dark muddy terrain,
She suppressed the need to be tidy.