Disclaimer: I don't own FE PoR or anything. If I did you would not want to play it.

Duh…I guess no spoilers…I don't think…oh yeah, unless you didn't know Ilyana was a glutton. Yeah, and if you're a really obsessive Ilyana fan…I'm not sure you should read. But if you do have something against the bird tribe AND you're an Ilyana fan…maybe.

Yay! I'm back to horror again! Oh, but this is the last story…and again with the slight cannibalism! And OOC-ness! -And it gets dumber! And I have no flames yet!

Reminiscing Inside You

"How did this happen? It shouldn't have happened…if only two certain hawks had been keeping watch properly instead of bickering over the first watch…" King Kilvas threw evil looks at the hawk king's eyes and ears.

"Don't be too hard on them Naesala…who knew they would be assaulted by someone who they had been keeping watch for? I was surprised too…" Tibarn answered placing a hand behind his neck.

Meanwhile, the 'eyes' had retreated to a corner and was in a hysteria, "Dark…dark is bad…dark makes you not see…not seeing is bad…haha…bad. Ahahaha…bad… AHAHAHAHAHA!" His one fantastic sense rendered useless and he was panicking. (Hey…I know you do this too. Jk.)

Ulki, watching this, sighed and mumbled, "He finally cracked…well…I knew my skill was more useful…"

Suddenly, in the pitch blackness, light poured in causing Janaff to quickly shield his eyes from harm and the others to groan. Reyson came tumbling down from that light cursing on his way. The gap quickly closed, and they were in the dark yet again.

"You too?" Tibarn asked. "Well, I guess this is her 5th meal now…"

"Curses! What was that monster? …And why are you all here?" Reyson squinted in the dark while rubbing his head. He could fully make out the shape of three of the bird tribe and one that looks awkwardly disfigured in one corner.

Naesala ran his fingers through his hair (like he does), "It's that repulsive little mage. Lemme clear it all up for you, my friend, we're eaten. We were swallowed alive. And now we shall be burned to death by her stomach acid and never get out to see daylight again, not that I care much for daylight."

'Never see daylight again…never see daylight again,' Naesala's face and voice echoed around Janaff's head…and yes, it drove him crazy.

"Rroar!" Janaff pounced on Naesala, thrashing at his head.

"Noooooooo! Not my hair! Please, anything but my hair!"

"Hey, shouldn't we be trying to figure out a way out of here sometime soon?" Tibarn asked. "You know…before the stomach acid burn us…" He walked backwards slowly as liquid formed from the wall. It sizzled a bit when it touched the tip of his boots.

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea…" Reyson hovered a few inches into the air being careful to avoid any liquid from the ceiling. Ulki did the same.

"Wait…aren't you gonna help me? Wait, hey Tibarn? Oh come on…HELP!" Naesala was still pinned to the ground by the rabid young hawk-with-short-wingspan. The acid singed the tip of his hair. "Gack! My hair!" He forcefully pushed off the psychopath and tended his hair carefully. "It's okay now, my beautiful…it's okay. You're away from harm…yes…and no one can hurt you anymore as long as I'm here…" Naesala said while cradling his hair ignoring the 'WTF?' face Tibarn and Reyson was giving him.

This continued on for several more hours.

"Has anyone seen Reyson?" Ike searched around the camp for the White Prince with his staff officer behind him like usual. "…This is so unlike him to leave his tent without notice…Oh, Ilyana."

"Yes?" Ilyana turned around and walked over to the general.

"I didn't see you at breakfast either…that's unlike you," Ike stated.

"Oh…I just had quite a meal. Five helpings…was all…" Ilyana said smiling. She seemed unaware of the call for help echoing inside her.

"…I assume this is not a good thing," Soren said flatly.

"I assume you're right."

Finally done! I know, I know…it seemed…a bit… what do you call it? Off… but I'm working on something else too so yeah.

Omake- (Extra)

Rabies cause convulsions, inability to move, and strange behavior.