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was too late to heed that warning. Kirheen reached for the door, her hand gripping the intricately carved door handle. It felt solid beneath her fingers, cold and smooth. As she went to turn it, the world shifted. A faint pressure blossomed in the center of her forehead, creeping outwards and gaining strength like the start of a bad headache.
    Looking down, she watched the door handle melt, the glowing wraith wood oozing between her fingers and running down the back of her hand. She blinked, trying to comprehend what she was seeing. Pain followed the path of melted wood as it traveled down her arm, so intense she dropped to her knees. She reached out her other hand, placing it against the door as she tried to remain upright, but it had turned into a violent glowing pool. It pulled her close, covering her arms, her chest and finally her face.
    Pain exploded through her body, spreading like a fire as it burned through her senses. In her mind, she could sense thousands of tiny black tendrils stretching out, poking and prodding, trying to find a weak point to pick apart. Each attempt felt like a needle stabbing into her flesh, like the strange white haired man stabbing her with inky blackness. Stab, stab, stab.
    Suddenly the glowing hot fire that covered her shattered, just as the walls of her mind did the same. Out poured her thoughts, as powerful and overwhelming as a hurricane. She gasped for air, floundering about hopelessly in her own mind, searching for anything to repair the damage, to rebuild the walls, but there was nothing but doubt and sadness and an undeniable feeling that her life was not hers to control.
    And then something appeared in the distance, bright and glowing like a jewel. It was an emerald, green and blazing. As it hovered closer, it took form and she realized it was an eye. A great hate filled emerald; the eyes of disapproval. It was Herzin, picking through her thoughts with clawed hands. Pick, pick, pick. “I warned you,” she teased. “Warned you. I warned you.”
    “Get out,” Kirheen gasped. “Get out of my head. Get out!” She curled into herself, pulling together her thoughts and wrapping them tightly against her body like a shield. “I don’t want you here! Get out!”
    The sensation continued, the hole grew bigger, the walls crumbling into the sea of her mind. She focused, breathing deep, tasting the sickly sweet copper taste of blood on her tongue. “GET OUT!”
    With a scream, she threw her thoughts outward against the eyes, tearing through them with all the force she could muster. They widened and cracked, the emeralds shattering and filling the sea with green. She felt her own eyes open, those stormy eyes given to her by faces she could not remember. The pressure vanished and she collapsed against the floor, blood speckling the surface. She felt hands touching her face, heard her name whispered in the dark and then she was gone, sinking away into the only shelter she could find. Sleep took her quickly, embracing her in tranquil darkness. She welcomed it, letting her mind and body drift into oblivion.

Chapter 4
    Tomias was thankful for a chance to stretch his legs, to journey about the village and not be cramped on the floor, needle in hand. It was his first week of Rituals and while putting on a show for the Union Master was amusing, it was also tiring. He was happy for a chance to get away. His twin, Fenir, walked at his side. His expression was somber, his eyes scanning the trees but he could feel tranquility radiating from him despite his frown. Their bond was strong, probably stronger than most in Sanctuary. It was both a blessing and a curse and he was forced to feel much of what his brother felt, whether he wanted to or not.  
    They had traveled South, away from the Temple of Union, meandering down the deserted path that led to the Circle of Rest. They didn't have a reason for going there, he simply wanted to walk and he'd let his feet carry him where they willed. He could