> 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.
>
Derek's blood ran cold at the sound of the words Ria spoke, he couldn't
remember all the particulars right off the top of his head, but he now had a
very good idea what was wrong with her. It wasn't so much the words she
uttered, though they helped a bit, as a name. Hilario, a member of the
Legacy in ancient times who turned to the Darkside after the tragic death of
his wife. The death was ruled a suicide by the powers that be at the time,
however Hilario was convinced that it was pure carelessness on the part of
the precept of the Athens house and there was some quashed evidence that
also made vague suggestions to that. "Julia, where are the pages the took
from her?" This was of the utmost importance.
Derek
(OOC: TADA!!!!!!!!! Okay say it ain't war and peace!)
