It was quiet as they boarded the boat. Ria had not spoken since her earlier
outburst and Philip and Co had made sure she could not injure herself
throwing her body out the door. The doors locked and Philip held on to her
with a vice like grip. She could feel Julia's eyes staring and wondered for
the first time why she could feel her. Why it could feel her. She had not had
any of the disturbing visions lately and was content staring stone faced at
the ocean. However, her mind was a million years away. It was the same place,
but a different time. A battle was waging and there was a lull before a storm.
Images of tranquility filled her mind, but none of the images of daisies or
merriment lasted for long. The girl, that was not her, but yet was appeared
in a tattered servant's robe kneeling before a man with a sword raised above
his head. Ria cried out audibly and reached for the ancient text of the
journal. It could not be found. Frantically, Ria started chanting again.
However this time was the dialect was clear and audible.
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