It was early morning by the time Derek, Philip, Julia and Ria arrived back on
Angel Island. The sun was just beginning to peak out and Ria visibly paled.
The babbling had stopped and she was staring at the castle with a mixture of
emotions - fear, hatred, happiness, sadness . . Rianne Marshall knew where
she was, but she could not penetrate through the tough shield Hilario had
resurrected. She blinked her eyes and pulled at Philip's sleeve. He had not
let go since the Ferry ride and Derek was grasping her other arm, worry in
his eyes.
As she took each step to the Legacy house, the images resurfaced getting
stronger as they neared the door to cross the threshold. Ria shuddered and
pulled at Philip and Derek trying to get them to release her arms. The role
was reversed now. She saw the woman kneeling, the sword raised above her
head. The sword coming down and then the quicksand with the decaying bodies
that were not her, but yet at the same time were all familiar. People she
knew. People she had lost. ~Christian~ her mind screamed. The pain of losing
her fiance crashing down on her. Ria sank to her knees, yanked her arms away
from Philip and Derek, and flung her arms up over her head.
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