Time seemed to pass slowly as Jaquel’s mind drifted along in the darkness, her heart rate slowing to normal and growing a big faint before taking on an unnatural fluttering. A chill seemed to permeate her body, nudging gently at the edge of her mind as a quiet, urgent voice spoke from somewhere beyond sight. Her memories seemed to haunt her even now, relentless now that she had willingly opened herself to them.

The voice became clearer, and the heartgem slowly opened her eyes, willing the world to stop spinning. At first she thought she was looking in a mirror, for all she saw were a pair of crimson eyes. How odd for the moon was watching her with crimson eyes. Her delicate brows furrowed as she tried to focus on the voice she heard. It seemed familiar, but only faintly so.