[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	It was as much as Fia expected when the talking chestnut tree remained silent. Still, Fia had some hopes it would speak again. Fia waited for Carnatia to leave before the sorceress finished collected the remaining ingredients the ent graciously allowed her to gather. A couple small pouches and a vial of sap were safely tucked away in her bag before she trotted over to the others. Despite half listening to the others, Fia was able to pick up on part of the mission. There was a library and a vault some other caster had processed. That probably contained the artifact Vesemir was after. When that was done, Fia rested by the fire in camp, awaiting to leave for Lasse later that evening.

	What exactly the phantom was never came up. And the only information they received was to not look at it. Do not touch it. The vagueness of the fate of Lasse and the ominous tone of the advice made for a sinister image in Fia’s mind. The outcome of that war over a millennia ago would have normally been erased by now. Eaten by the forest and the earth. If its past still haunted those ruins still today, Fia could not imagine further.

	As the darkness fell over the expedition, there was some shadows that poked through the light. Like a haze, the horrible aura of a war long ended crept up on Fia. Don’t look at the phantom. A warning that was unlikely to succeed. The light from the lantern was ever present, but the ruin of Lasse and the phantom that beckoned was overbearing. Fia’s eyes could not help but wander. Even if her gaze were to graze these phantoms, her mind was pulled. Images of brutal acts done upon those still trapped in the city assaulted Fia’s eyes. This was more than just looting, warmongers taking their share. The soldiers took great pleasure in the carnage they wrought.

	“How cruel.” Fia whispered. The sorceress was losing sight of the lantern. Not purely because she stopped paying attention to it, but because she grew ever curious as to the events unfolding before her. “So this is the darkness that masked elf was warning about. A window into the fate of Lasse, and a display of the atrocities these people endured. Fia stopped moving, fixated on the scene. Gleeful soldiers hoisting up the dead, and the yet living in an obscene show of brutality.

	Fia’s hands clenched. These images. They were more than illusions. If these were the shadows of the people who actually lived through the time, they’ve been suffering endlessly for centuries. Souls unable to escape their torment, and their captors still relishing in their barbarity. A dark mist started to condense around her fists. Maybe there was a way to free them. As far as Fia could fathom, the only reason no one else has was because of how secluded the twilight lands became after that war. It was almost like the elves just planned to forget Lasse existed, damning their kin. Fia’s eyes gazed over to where the light still pierced through the darkness, shining the way out of the reliving nightmare. Then again, maybe they did try, and were unable to end the torment. Gray Flame, as enigmatic as he, was familiar of twilight lands. This probably was not his first venture into the land. Optimistically, Fia thought that perhaps that elf also considered a means to dispelling this nightmare.

	Fia was brought out of her thoughts when Tillius shouted out. His voice boomed with short and concise instruction. Fia remembered that there were others. Tillius was probably aware of what was going on as well. Fia also saw Roxas who seemed to be taking in the sight worse than either of them. Fia watched as the arrow the elven healer had was loosed, ricocheting back into its agent. Fia immediately sprinted over, the dark magic dissipating from her hands.

	“Are you alright, darling?” Fia asked. As the sorceress approached, Roxas was tossing away the fletched end of her arrow. Fia stood next to Roxas, one arm reached around the elf’s back. Both her hands gripped Roxas’ shoulders. “We should get you out of here.” Fia looked up at the tree. As much as Tillius’ blocked the view in front of him, he couldn't block it all. Everywhere they looked had evidence of horrors long past. “We should all get out of here. Where is that light? We need to get to Vesemir’s light.” Fia swiveled her head to look about. She didn’t see Carnatia or Nanashi. Hopefully that was a sign they made it out and were with the other elves.