It seemed she would never escape her dreams being haunted and plagued by her past. The events being showed over and over as the knives of fear stabbed into her heart with a wicked twist each time. Her very sanity being torn asunder when Rhodes wasn’t there to shield her from them.

But then there were nights where she heard voices. Gentle voices, their tone both soothing and urgent. Beckoning her.

Following them, she always found herself at a cross roads. One side bright and familiar, safe, warm and known. The other? Dark, cold and foreboding, yet somehow, welcoming and pulling her.

The voices? The Order was calling out to her, beckoning her to rejoin them and grow. Grow the skill base she had been carefully cultivating and improving.

Calling on her to take the next step, increase the abilities they had gifted to her. Take the path of the unknown and take the chance to do more for those around her.

But she had been running from them.

After finally coming to terms with her hands, and not losing her love over them, she was terrified of what would happen next. What was the next part of her to fade away? Would it be her body? Her face? Would she lose her gilded skin? Or her sapphire blue eyes? Was she ready and willing to pay that price? If she was, would he still love her? Could she be loved if she lost her beauty? A beauty increased by her Keeper, but a beauty that had been all she had. A beauty other had used and exploited. One she grew up being told was all she would ever have and all she would be useful for.

Her heart was being ripped in two different directions. And she knew she had to make a decision soon, or risk losing her mind.