[h2][color=silver][u]Ariah Acrana                                             [/u][/color][/h2]

Ariah watched as the whole stream of events unfolded and as blame was thrown, people were lost, and everybody was confused he decided to look inward. Separating himself from the chaos around himself to seek out an answer about this strange feeling he now had, but what's more is that what he felt was almost familiar. That reach from your mind to something physical and real like when he throws and controls his glaives, but this object he reached was alive. It was confounding and foreign, but undeniably present and unavoidable. Tracing that line he moved down one of the strands like it was one of this magical reaches. It was there he found a spark of life, a deep blue spark radiating like a light in the dark void. Though in this foreign land he didn't know how to tread and with a mental misstep he was taken from that place.

Snapping out from his trance he looked around back in the real world and of course that meant the girl on trial. [color=silver]"Whoa hold up on the hostility. I don't think Sophia did anything to the relic. After all she wanted it too and unless her wish was to screw over the rest of us and burn the wish then something tells me something went wrong."[/color] He said, walking up to the dais in order to see a gathered crowd of rather edgy and ready to fight folks. Not surprising though given that they'd all chased a legend to find disappointment.

Wait... Sophia? Where did that name come from? Was it even her name and more over why did he even say it? It just felt so natural in the moment, but where did it come from. Unless that spark told him... What was going on? What was this mental mess?