There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but a massive black hole rimmed with the emerald color of the Fade.

Cassandra studied Talyn's reaction to seeing the rip in the Veil.

"We call it the Breach." She explained, grabbing Talyn's arm and pulling her along. "It is not the only rift, just the largest. With every passing moment it grows larger. It may soon swallow the world if we don't stop it."

Talyn didn't miss the dirty looks everyone gave her as they passed through the village. She heard the whispers, the accusations. She kept her eyes forward, held her head high. She did nothing wrong. She wasn't a murderer. She may not be able to remember who she truly was, or what happened at this Temple of Sacred Ashes, but she did know that.

Cassandra tugged on her arm impatiently. Talyn turned her attention back to Cassandra.

"We think your mark may be able to close the Breach."

Another crack of thunder had Talyn on the snow covered ground, squeezing her eyes shut and crying out as the pain ran it's course through her. Black dots swam across her vision.

Cassandra knelt in front of her, not an ounce of sympathy on her face. "The pulses are coming faster. Your mark is connected to all this, and it's killing you."

"You still think I did this? To myself?" Talyn asked through gritted teeth.

Cassandra helped her to her feet, her lips a tight line. "Obviously something went wrong."

She pulled out a knife and cut the rope that bound Talyn's hands together.

"I'll help in any way I can." Talyn told her sincerely.

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at her, and then looked straight ahead. "There will be a trial. I can promise no more."

She started to walk again. Talyn followed, rubbing her wrists as they continued their walk across the icy stone bridge. Cassandra called for the guards to open the gate, and they passed through into the snowy valley.

"Where are we going?" Talyn asked.

"You'll see." Was Cassandra's curt reply.

As soon as Talyn recovered from the pain the Breach was causing her, they started to run. Talyn kept up with Cassandra's neck breaking speed easily. In fact, Talyn could have pushed herself to go faster if she had wanted to.

She considered it. From here she could run away. They still suspected her of causing all of this, and she knew that they weren't going to just let her go at that trial. Not if she couldn't remember anything. They would most likely kill her. The smartest option was to get away while she still had the chance.

But there was a giant hole in the sky that was spitting balls of green fire. If she could help, if this emerald mark on her hand could truly save these people, shouldn't she stay and do it? And even if she did run, Talyn had no idea where she was from. She had no idea where to go, or what to do.

No, she needed to stay.

Just as they were crossing another stone bridge, a ball of green light fell from the sky and struck it, shattering the ancient stone.

Talyn and Cassandra tumbled to the iced over river below. Talyn landed hard on her ass. As she scrambled to her feet, demons started to appear. They were coming at them from all sides, shoving themselves through the Veil as if it didn't exist at all. Cassandra unsheathed her sword and started to cut them down, but Talyn was left defenseless.

She started to panic as they noticed her standing there. As the demons approached her, sliding across the ice like over-grown slugs, she noticed a bow and a quiver of arrows leaning against an overturned cart.

Adrenaline was flowing through her veins now, and her blue tattoos started to glow. Talyn acted purely on instinct, diving for the bow and quiver. She climbed to the top of the rubble and withdrew an arrow, knocking it into the bow and aiming. The world seemed to slow down as she let the arrow fly, and it embedded itself in a demon's eye.

Holding this bow felt right. It felt like the bow was an extension of her, an irreplaceable body part. Her heart leaped and soared with every arrow, her vision honed in on each target, like she had the eyes of a hawk. Each arrow she let loose hit it's intended target, and the demons around her dropped like flies.

It was over much too soon for Talyn. She jumped down from the rubble and slung the bow on her back. She made her way over to Cassandra, a massive grin on her face from her newfound talent.

Her elation was short lived as Cassandra pointed her sword at Talyn, a warrior's snarl on her face. "Drop your weapon!" She demanded.

The thought of losing the bow, although it was poorly made, nearly sent Talyn into a panic.

"If you're going to lead me through a demon infested valley, you're just going to have to trust me." Talyn snarled right back. It was the most logical reason to keep the bow.

It took Cassandra a moment as she thought about what Talyn said. But then, her face relaxed and she stood up straight, sheathing her bow. There was a look of resignation on her face.

"You are right. I cannot protect you." She turned to restart their trek. "I should remember that you came willingly." She said over her shoulder.

"Damn right you should remember that." Talyn said under her breath as they began to run again.

Talyn could hear the shouting, and sound of metal slicing through the air, and picked up the pace. Soon they came upon a battle, with demons pouring out of a green, jagged door floating in the air.

Her head hurt as images of a broken scene flashed through her mind. Of a golden figure reaching out to her. Shoving her through a door.

Talyn shook her head and lifted her bow.