So I kinda forgot about this... but I found it again! Anyway I'm going to give you another chapter now. Enjoy! Oh and please do review/favorite/follow, it really means a lot to me.
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"Dynaheir died before the moon had a chance to rise above the trees. Minsc built her a pyre in the meadow below the stronghold, near where we had camped the night before. He wouldn't let any of us help him. She was his witch, he told us, and thus it was his responsibility take make amends for his failure.

"We left before the pyre had burned itself out and made our way through the wilderness. None of us wanted to stay there, not with the smoke still lingering in the trees. We didn't really have a destination at first, we just wanted away.

"We trekked through the silvered landscape in subdued silence. Only one of us had really known Dynaheir, but her death had a profound effect on us all, and her ghost lingered in our minds as we passed through the silvered landscape. We decided it best to make camp and at least try to get some rest a few hours before dawn."

Xan flipped a page in his spellbook and studied the runes inscribed on it. He glanced up. Mina stared into the fire, her chin resting on her knees and her arms wrapped around them. Her spellbook lay beside her, untouched. She had seemed particularly haunted throughout their trek "Are you going to study?" he asked hesitantly, feeling almost criminal in breaking the still.

"I don't know..." she sighed after a moment, closing her eyes. "I doubt I'd remember anything if I tried memorizing now anyway."

Xan closed his book on his finger, "To late or is your mind... elsewhere?"

She dragged her gaze from the dancing flames to look at him. Her eyes were haunted. "Did you see his face?" she whispered.

"Who?"

"Minsc" she replied. "It was like his world had ended."

"You can't blame yourself for this Mina," he said quickly. "Death is inevitable in our line of work. It's a fact you will have to adjust to. You cannot save everyone."

"So you say," she sighed.

He was surprised by this acquiescence, especially after she had so vehemently rallied against his theme earlier. Maybe Dynaheir's death had shown her the futility of her view.

"But..." she hesitated, seeming reluctant to speak again, "but that's not what bothers me."

"Then what?" Xan asked, fidgeting absentmindedly.

Mina turned back to the fire. She was quiet for a long while, so long he almost thought she hadn't heard him. When she finally spoke, her voice was hushed, so quiet the fire nearly drowned her out. "It made me happy," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"W-what?" Xan faltered.

She closed her eyes and hid her face in her knees. "It made me happy to see her dying. It was exhilarating. It was like nothing I had ever felt before." She looked up at him, he could see tears on her face. "Why was I happy to see her suffer like that? To see Minsc look so broken?" she asked. No, she begged. This was no query, this was a plea. A plea for help, to help her understand why some part of her would be so elated by such a horrible tragedy.

She was terrified, he could see that. Terrified of her herself; of something inside herself. He didn't know what to say. It was scaring him as well.

"I'm a monster," she sobbed finally. "Only some sick, demented person could take pleasure in another living being's pain."

"No," he declared suddenly, much louder than he intended, startling them both. "I mean," he said quieter, glancing over to their sleeping companions, "I don't believe that. Not you. I saw you, heard you, when we first found her. What you said then, those weren't the words of a sadist. I don't know why you would feel those things, but you are not a monster." He didn't know where the words he was speaking were coming from, but he knew they were true. He hadn't known her very long, he didn't even know that much about her, she was a mystery to him. And yet if there was anything he felt sure of right then, it was that she was no monster.

She turned her gaze back to the fire, "I'm not sure what I am anymore."

The last hour of their watch passed in silence, broken only by the snapping and cracking of the fire.

"Your mother's youth was a very troubled one e'sum." Xan said to the serious faced child in his arms. "I didn't then know about her past, about who she was. I couldn't help her. Some part of me knew, just knew, that she wasn't a monster. But I had no way of conceiving her. I had no way to explaining even to myself why I was so sure of this fact. Yet despite this inexplicable conviction, I could only look on helplessly as she faced a darkness inside her that none of us could ever comprehend."