Penelope left the table after Metavo had left, having found no reason to stay behind. She headed up to a room she was temporarily staying in until later that day. As she lied down to sleep she wondered what it'll be like, going back to Silverion, and seeing Lyos again, she curled up and pulled the blanket tight around herself, closing her eyes as she let the refreshing sensation known as sleep overcome her, as she would need the energy for the following day...more than she knew.

Penelope headed down and out of the castle, looking up as she walked to the cart that would be taking her away to the docks, for a boat to take her back, so that she would see Lyos again. As Penelope settled in next to the driver, she began to think to herself, of everyone she had met in Ravenhead; King Loke, the mischievous neko-jin whom had found her before she froze to death; Kusa, who had helped her regain health; Metavo, a mighty anthro dragon, who helped her feel a lot better; Melamin, the court jester, however she was soon jilted out of her thoughts as she felt herself being thrown through the air, she grunted as she hit the ground, the snow stinging like needles on her bare skin, she looked up, curious as to what caused her to come off the cart; the scene before her, shocking her. The cart lay, burning and ruined, the horse having run away, and the man laying dead, his head having been blown completely off his shoulders, she felt a familiar sensation of dread thrust through her body, she was afraid, whatever had done this, was standing behind the flames that danced upon the wooden cart, his red eyes gazing at Penelope, she stumbled to get up, turning to run away, only to find the figure was blocking her way, who…and what was this person? Penelope had no time to ask, or even scream as the world quickly slipped away from view, her body fell to the snow covered ground, before being picked up and slung over the figures shoulder…they had plans for her.