Sanria snapped awake. She found herself in a deep blue bubble looking out into a forest. Before her was a cottage and a man who looked so deeply troubled, but why, she did not know. "D... do I know you?" She heard Velentham snap his fingers and knew he was trying to provoke the man in the door of the cottage. She walked forward, but was stopped by the boundary of the bubble. "Careful, love," Veletham said. "Sanria, why don't you tell our misguided friend our news."
"About... our baby?"
"Very good, love."
The man in the doorway had dropped to one knee, looking incredibly pain filled. Still, Sanria could not place the face before her. In her mind was a thick fog, so thick it kept her from seeing anything before staying in the inn room with Velentham. The man asked where she was being kept and whether she was happy there. Sanria wanted to tell the truth of her misery, but with Velentham's eyes upon her, she knew better than to say anything negative.
The two men continued talking and Sanria could tell they knew one another, and hated one another by the same breath. Velentham lifted the bubble-like veil and Sanria found her feet rooted in place. Even if she had wanted to, there was no way for her to walk. The man in the cottage was growing desperate. "He's making you forget. It's him Sanria. He is the reason you can't remember. That's why he's keeping you confined too. It's not others he's trying to protect you from, he doesn't want you to be free."
Sanria looked over at Velentham. The feeling in the pit of her stomach growing stronger. There was always something not right about him, and while she couldn't put her finger on it, this man seemed to know. "That's enough, Gilean." Gilean. the name sounded so familiar. "Remember Sanria. Remember what he's done. He's killed your baby. He's tried to ruin your life."
"Killed..." That wasn't possible... was it?
"Yes. You had a baby inside you. Not his. He killed it."
"Enough, do you hear me?"
Then... something went wrong.
