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(Liliana Vess)

I wake, groggy. The events from last night play back in my head like a bluebird's melody; I remember exactly why I'm groggy and smile to myself. I remember Jace's pants and strangled words about how I was going to be sore in the morning and my frantic, desperate clutching at his back and shoulders. The thought makes me happy. I turn over onto my side and grope Jace's side of the bed, searching for his warmth, his chest. Most mornings, I curl into him and listen to his heartbeat until he wakes. However, this morning is different, I'm going to wake Jace up to tell him how much our lives are going to change. We've created a human being together. However, Jace's protective arms and solid chest are nowhere to be found. Wondering where he's gone, as he's said there was no council meeting, I stretch and open my eyes. But I'm not home. This isn't our bed. There's no Jace. I make to get up, but my ankles are shackled to the bedposts. What in the hell is going on? Where in the multiverse is Jace? Where am I? Is he trapped somewhere too?

My mind automatically goes into survival mode.

I grip the shackle and channel my black mana; it rusts, corroding the lock. I attempt to planeswalk out, but something in here nullifies my ability to do so. I let out a growl in frustration. I hear the door open and two men walk in. I quickly summon my shade to aid me if need be. I grip the smaller of the men's neck, taking his life force from him.

"Where is my fiancé? Why am I here?"

"How did you loose yourself?"

"Pathetic little man. I am Liliana Vess, necromancer, death bringer. Do you think you could keep me here against my will? I will ask you once again, where is my fiancé?"

"Who?!"

"Jace Beleren. If you value your life at all, you will tell me where Jace is!"

"Unhand me, you witch!"

I dig my nails into his neck, drawing blood and fully wiping out his life force. He sinks to the floor, black mana seeping from his is, undoubtedly dead. Exactly how I like. The other man runs from the room before I can get my hands on him, but the door shuts too quickly for me to make a run for it. I hear a voice outside the door, angry.

"You FOOL! You left a dead body in there with her? She's a necromancer! Have you lost your mind?"

The man that was shouting snapped the grunt's neck. What he doesn't know is that I am so in touch with my powers that I can reanimate a corpse without physically seeing it or touching it. I do so, and the man shrieks in frustration and fear. The sound brings a maniacal smile to my face as I command my zombies to kill.

"Kill it! Chop it into pieces so she can't reanimate it!"

I pull my minions back toward me, once defending the door and another poised to attack if they get through the one guarding the door.

They will regret separating us.

"Liliana Vess!" a voice rings out, "Turn your attention to the left wall!"

I do so, before I think about it. A light is projected onto it, and my question is answered. Jace, Gideon, and Ral have entered through the guildgate. Though I probably shouldn't be, I am beyond relieved to see him. The fact that he isn't alone, that he's with the two men that should be called our family causes me to sigh in relief. Tears begin to stream down my face, I can't control them. I cringe when Jace slits the throat of the guard. It nearly breaks my heart. Jace has never, ever killed unless he had to. Literally, Jace is out for blood. I've never seen this kind of fervor in him, not when we were fighting Tezzeret, not when Kallist died, not when he fought Garruk. It's like he knows how much more dangerous the secrets and schemes of the Dimir are. He never feared losing me to Garruk, while it was a close fight, I would always come out on top. However, Jace looks scared, scared for me. The Dimir can mess with my mind, his mind, our magic, and most importantly, our child. Jace's eyes are so full of hurt and determination. He is capable. And so am I. We will get out of this and be a proper family.

When I think the word family, Josu's face pops into my mind. He protected me from the General, and from myself. Almost inaudibly, a voice rings out in my mind.

"We could give him back to you, you know. He is not as lost as you may think. Join us, Liliana Vess."

I shake the thought before it can take up residence in my mind. Josu is dead. He's been dead for two centuries. Since I poisoned him. I need to focus on getting back to Jace. I walk over to the door, grabbing the knob with my hand. I begin to corrode it like the shackles, but before I can get it open, the voice rings out again.

"If you try to escape, we will kill him. If you try to run, he will die. Jura will die. Ral will die. You will have more blood on your hands than just your pathetic brother, Liliana Vess."

Anger courses through my veins, causing mana to pound unconsciously. I don't know how to get out of this situation without endangering the only people I care about. I sink to the floor, frustrated. As terrible as it seems, I try not to think about Josu. I try not to think about what I did. I acted in the way I thought was best and it came back to bite me in the face, like it always does. If I just would have listened to Mother and the nurse when it came to Josu, he never would have died. He would have been the war hero that he was meant to be, I never would have been banished from the kingdom.

When Jace and I split, I was acting like I thought was best. I thought I was protecting him from the same fate that Kallist got. I thought that by leaving him, I was keeping him safe. The exact opposite happened. Not only did it hurt him emotionally, which he still hasn't recovered from, it sent Wildspeaker after him. I have a kiss of death, which isn't ironic at all. The only two people that I've ever truly, deeply loved have been hurt and even killed by me and my stupid decisions.

I think of Kallist, his death, his burial. His death my fault, as well. I do far more harm than I do good. What if the Eternities decide to punish my child because of my shortcomings? I banish the thought before it has time to take root in my head.

I think of Sorin. Of sitting at his kitchen table after I very nearly released hell on his plane. Luckily, I was able to defeat Griselbrand, but it could have just as easily went the other way, and it probably would have if I had not had the chain veil.

I break everything I touch. I never do anything but hurt those that I care about. Why the Eternities saw fit to give me Jace back is beyond me. He deserves so much better than what I can ever truly give him. I've always been rather loose, had a sharp tongue, and been nothing that a lady should be. I break everything I touch. I've been a horrible daughter, sister, and now girlfriend. The fact that Jace wanted to make me a mother is astounding, because there is no doubt in my mind that I will fail at this like I have everything else. I guess Emmara was right, all those years ago. I'm not capable of real, true love. The baby would be better off without me as a mother, for sure. As this thought crosses my mind, there is a small flutter in my abdomen. The baby is moving. I drop my hand to my abdomen, willing the fetus to do it again. There is another small flutter against my hand, just barely a tickle. This strengthens me. The little bean that has taken up residence inside me; the little, precious miracle that Jace and I have created together. He obviously sees something worth loving in me, or he wouldn't be coming after me.

I stand up, and turn toward the wall. Gideon, Ral, and Jace have just entered Duskmantle. They were no longer outside. The walk for a while before realizing that they should cover their tracks. They walk for another few minutes or so before they realize that they are walking in circles. Jace yells, frustrated by the lack of knowledge and the fact that he thinks he's wasting time.

He opens a tome that was apparently given to him by Aurelia, and he asks Gideon to cast pure white light over it.

Long story short, Jace and Gideon create a lens from a sapphire and pure white light; which he can create because of his blue mana. I could create a jet black onyx if I ever needed. He finds his way due to the lens, and I heave a sigh of relief when he takes the correct path. My relief is short lived, however. Just as they get their bearings, they are attacked by a humongous horde of zombies. Jace recognizes the smell before Gideon and Ral, and he yells to alert them. Gideon sends white light, Ral electrocutes, Jace drowns, but when they kill one, two replace them. How I wish I could help them; I try to will my mana that far, but it is futile. Jace yells for Gideon and Ral to retreat, and Gideon does, but Ral keeps shocking all of the undead. He's being stubborn, and before Jace can say anything else, Ral sends of a huge jolt, knocking Jace into a huge, black lake.

The noise I made was inhuman. I begin to beat on the door, desperate to get to my fiancé.

"JACE! JACE!"

I hear Gideon and Ral about to go after Jace, and I turn back to the screen just as someone comes to the door.

"If you do not SHUT UP, we WILL kill him!"

Gideon sends a ray of burning white light to the dark lake. He encases himself and Ral inside of it as the dive down to get Jace off the floor of the cursed body of water. It's the Dimir, there's no doubt that the lake is cursed. If it wasn't, Jace would have been able to swim up. There's no telling how much of that poison is in his nose, mouth, ears. Ral and Gideon dive deeper and deeper into the lake, until I can no longer see them or any of their movements. Tears begin to well up in my eyes again, but I blink them away. I have to be strong for all three of us. We will be a family, we will be a family..

What seemed like days, Gideon, Ral, and Jace break the surface of the water. Jace is completely unresponsive, I breathe in a sharp breath. Is he dead, he can't be dead, I can't live without him, I can't raise this child without a father. Gideon and Ral turn Jace onto his side and he coughs up the black water. He retches and coughs on his on and then lets out a blood curdling scream.

"Lili! Lili, please! Lili!"

His voice sounds so broken. What he could possibly be seeing, I have no idea. I sink to the floor again as Jace comes to, and speaks to Ral and Gideon. He also realizes that the lake is cursed. They begin to move through the heart of the Duskmantle talking quietly about what the motivation of the Dimir could possibly be. The thought that it could be for the baby has been eating away at me, slowly. Nothing really happens for what seems like hours. I feel that the Dimir are trying to lure them into a false sense of security, allowing them to think that maybe, just maybe, they're going to get the better of the Dimir. Ral is watching their backs, and Gideon and Jace are hunched behind a rock when it happens.

Jace faints, blacks out, whatever you decide to call it. He begins to thrash, and claw at the ground. I don't know what he could possibly be seeing, but I find out, and it nearly rips my heart in two.

"Kallist! We were brothers! Kallist, DON'T, please! No! Stop!"

I feel my heart shatter. It was my fault in the first place that Kallist isn't with us anymore. We buried Kallist, I remember the light in Jace's eyes fading when I told him that I was unable to save him. I carry the weight of Kallist's death with my every day. I know that the argument they had slightly before his death eats at Jace.

I have caused nothing but hurt for him, if I never would have come back, he wouldn't be in the clutches of the Dimir right now, he would have been better off with the elf. I haven't changed, I'm still just as selfish. I wanted Jace, so I came back to Jace. I have caused him more hardship that I have good things. Why on earth does he choose to put up with me? All of this is my fault, and he wouldn't be half dead right now if I would have just stayed on Innistrad.

Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did.

A look of pure menace contorts Jace's face. The malice and look of pure anger distort his handsome features. Usually his face is kind, even if it is haggard. What on earth is being down here doing to him? Whatever it is, I don't like it. He takes a sip of water from Gideon's canteen, breathes a huffy breath, and turns to Gideon.

"Gideon, how long have you known?"

Oh no. Oh no, no. no. Please tell me he doesn't know. No. No. NO.

"What? Known what, Jace?"

"Don't play dumb!" Jace snaps at Gideon.

There is nothing else it could even possibly be. Jace knows. And I wasn't the one to tell him. I can add this to the list of things that Liliana Vess has done to hurt Jace Beleren, a list that was already a mile long. I literally cannot do anything right by him, and he's the only person I've ever been truly in love with, the second person I cared about hurting. I take in a sharp breath and listen in to the rest of their conversation.

"Jace, I honestly have no clue as to what you are talking about," Gideon says coolly.

"Gideon, do you take me for a fool? An adolescent who has no sense and is blind? Or did you forget who I am?" Jace spits.

"Whatever is bothering you, why not just say it? Why are you being so hostile towards me? Ever since we've gotten down here you have been a complete ass to both Ral and I. Ral, I understand, but me? We're best friends! Why treat me as if I'm the enemy?" Gideon retorts.

"Since you still have 'no idea', what I'm talking about, then allow me to say it plainly: How long have you known that Liliana was pregnant?!"

I have never once heard him use this sort of tone with Gideon. This is the special tone he reserves for people that disgust him.

If we get out of here in once piece, I'm sure he won't let me or the baby out of his sight.

What on earth were Jace and I thinking? Bringing a child into this mess? I remember sitting on our bed with him talking about how nothing in our lives could ever be easy. He was right. I was dead wrong in thinking, even for a second, that Jace and I could have a normal life with a normal family. Can we honestly protect a child when we can barely protect ourselves?!

Gideon dropped his head, obviously caught. He didn't know for sure, I was the only one that did, but he knew all the things that Chandra and I had done before I found out for sure. Before Gideon can get more than a few words out, Jace charges mana in his fist and cold-clocks Gideon directly in the nose. The sick, crunching sound makes me nauseous. This wasn't Gideon's fault. It was mine.

"WHAT THE HELL, JACE?!" Ral yelled, obviously hearing the punch, approaching me.

"He knew! He fucking knew she was pregnant and didn't tell me!" Jace yelled.

"So that gives you the right to punch him? To lay your friend out? All because your selfish pride got in the way!?" Ral retorted.

"It's not about who knew before I did, it's the fact that never in a million years would I expect my friend to hide a crucial piece of information like that from me!" Jace angrily screams.

Of course it's not about the fact that Gideon knew that Jace was going to be a father before him. It's more about the information. Some things never change, I roll my eyes at Jace Beleren, chuckling and shaking my head. Jace will always be all about knowledge, about information. He can say what he wants, but that will never, ever change.

"How would her being pregnant be crucial? Maybe he wanted to wait and let your wife tell you?!" Ral says, and he shakes Jace's shoulders angrily, almost violently.

"Ral, don't you see? Do you not realize the weight this has? Think about it!" Jace is quite literally bellowing at both of them.

"Think about what? What do you mean?!" Ral yells back, angry.

Ral is furious at Jace for punching Gideon, and so am I. He acted like a complete child, like he always does when he's angry. My mind flashes back to that day in the tavern when he stormed off, angry at me. He still has not learned to control his anger, and if he doesn't, it will be detrimental to all of us. Gideon, Ral, Jace himself, and me. But most of all, to his child. I get up and pace around the room, my blood pressure rising. For the sake of the baby, it needs to get down, and quick. Absentmindedly, I scratch an itch on the back of my neck. I feel a warm liquid gush onto my fingers, so I quickly pull them around. There's blood on my fingers. I use a looking glass in the room I'm being held to see a tiny, irritated pinprick. I've only ever seen these type of things used in Ravnica, and I fear for myself and the baby as to what could have possibly been in that needle.

I turn back around toward the screen, just as Jace gives Ral a look that plainly says, you idiot, you complete and utter imbecile! However, Ral obviously can't read Jace as well as I can, because he gives Jace another dumbfounded look.

"The reason the Dimir stole Liliana! She's not just one of the most powerful necromancers on the face of Ravnica, but all of the multiverse! She's also a planeswalker! I'm a planeswalker! I have the innate ability to read minds, the child, our child, would be born a planeswalker and there is no telling the scope of the child's abilities. The Dimir wanted Lili to manipulate the child, possibly raise it as one of their own. There is no telling how strong the child could be! Their plan is unfathomable, and the little bit there could even be wrong!"

Jace is so frustrated and angry that there are tears coursing down his face. I hide my face in between my knees, ashamed and furious at myself for not being woman enough to just tell him when I found out.

Ral's face showed understanding, Gideon's face showed shame. They both realized what could happen if they didn't get down here, and quick. But is there another way? Another way to possibly get out of this godforsaken hole? I can't sit here and let Jace do all the work. There has been far too much of that going on already. I think, sitting on the squeaky cot in the small, shadowy room. I have to start formulating a plan. Nicol Bolas once made this comment about Jace, that he had a supremely powerful mind incapable of perceiving how he could rule. The elder dragon's voice pops into my head, Liliana Vess inspires terror. I think that with all of the fire power we have down here that we can get something done. I have to put up a barrier on my thoughts just in case these disgusting, waste of space human beings have a telepathic ability. I'm not giving up on my relationship. I'm not giving up on Jace, and I sure as hell am not giving up on my child. I am not my father. I am not the General. I am not my menial, weak mother. I will not put my child through what he put Josu and I through.

Josu always, always had it worse than I did. He was pushed into the military. I watched my kind, selfless brother become cold and calculating because he was afraid to disappoint him. He would find me doing things I shouldn't and take the blame- every time. As he grew older, he became obsessed with tracking the moves of my father's enemies- all in the name of keeping his family safe. Until he came of age, Josu was slow to anger. Day by day, I watched the twinkle leave his eye. Josu never was military-minded like Father was.

We never forgot the scars-both emotional and physical. At least I never did. I said I'd never love a man like my father. For a time, it was that I've never love a man. That's when the eternities threw the most perfect gift at me, wrapped in a blue cloak, adorned with a brooding expression, and the most beautiful, sincere smile that lights up his whole face. I will see that smile again. I will get us out of this; I will not let Jace lose any one else he loves.

My zombie sits in the side of the room, awaiting orders. I need to start formulating a plan, now.

I turn my head back to the screen. Jace, Ral, and Gideon are approaching a humongous bridge. They cross without a problem for a moment, then Jace hears the beating of wings. When he looks up, I see them. There is a horde of nightwing horrors that are about to attack them. They begin to fight them off, but much like the undead, they come in droves. They're going to be overtaken, I just know it. Gideon drops to a knee, what on earth is the man doing? Out of nowhere, Gideon sprouts wings. He picks Jace up around the collar as Ral zaps, shocks, and electrocute the onslaught of horrors. Jace is kicking and punching and trying to get away from Gideon, but he's just too big. Gideon drops Jace on the other side of the bridge into a cove where he can't get out.

"Go find her, Jace. She needs you!"

"I'm not going to abandon you, let me back over there, you're going to get killed!"

"Go find Liliana, Jace! Now! There's no telling what's happening!"

Jace claws at the wall and continues to plead for Gideon to let him out. Before long, however, he's face to face with a labyrinth. A labyrinth that I am no doubt on the other side of. I can't bear to be here any longer.

I grow dizzy. The bed creaks as I sit on it again. Nausea is overtaking me, there's a sharp pain in my abdomen. I need to get out of here and get to a healer NOW. Anger is bubbling over like an unwatched pot of water. How can I possibly get out of this without them killing Jace?

I can tap into the swamp mana down here. But is it going to be strong enough? They have necromancers here. I'm stronger than all of them, sure. But there are far more of them here. Will I be able to find Jace or Ral and Gideon? Do I want to tear through that maze? Should I wait for Jace? What happens if I overexert myself and lose the baby? Could Jace forgive me? Would I be able to forgive myself? I love our child, but I can't let him do this alone.

I can't stand the thought of losing our child. I don't want to take that away from Jace. But I can't let him fight the entirety of this guild alone. I swallow hard, and begin to slowly channel mana. It's been so long since either one of us have channeled magic.

I will NEVER be caught like this again. I will fortify the house and practice my magic every single day. Jace and I got too secure, too complacent. We were honestly so in love we forgot the price on our heads. How did I let this happen? How is that we forgot about our power? In the past eleven months, Jace and I have been so lost in each other that we made ourselves vulnerable. We thought we could be a normal couple. There is nothing normal about either one of us.

I let myself slip. It wasn't even like this the first time. With Jace being Guildpact I just assumed we were safe. How, I don't know. It just made the price on our heads higher. The back of my neck starts stinging again. What did they inject me with?

"Protect me."

The former Dimir Agent stands up and walks to the door. I let the mana flow out from underneath the crack between the floor and the door. I refuse to sit here and let Jace take care of me anymore. I remember what Ral said while I let Jace handle Garruk. No more. Never again.

The mana is pounding through my body. I can feel the baby fluttering around, and I almost back out of doing this. I know that the mana can't be good for it. As I turn toward the screen, Jace is walking into a room and I shriek when I see the assassin. There's no way that he can see him. Before I can see anything, my world goes black.

I look around, recognizing my surroundings. How did I get back here? Where is Jace? I have to find him before it's too late. I brush off my dress and look down. It's not the cotton sleep dress I wore last night, nor was it the black pants and blue shirt that the Dimir put me in. The thought that I was touched by someone who wasn't Jace is disgusting.

I look down at my body. Suddenly, I'm fifteen again. I'm a good few inches shorter and not as curly. I swallow, hard. If I'm this young, it means I'm not alone.

I walk through the halls of the manor house where I grew up. It is cold and damp, and I can hear the booming voice of my father from within the rooms. He's calling for me.

"She didn't do it, it was me, father. Just leave her alone!"

"Josu, stop lying. Where is your sister?"

I bolt into the door before anything else can happen, and as I do, the General sees me. I see his hand come back and brace myself for the impact, but before I feel anything, I hear the sickening crunch of bone. The General pushes us both out of the door and vanishes into vapor.

"Why did you do that? Why do you always do that? I can protect myself! You don't have to protect me anymore!"

"Lili, go! You must get out of here!"

"Osu, no! I won't leave you here! Not again! No!"

"Lili, please! You must go!"

"I can't lose you again, Osu! Please come with me! I never meant to hurt you, I was trying to help!"

" I know, Lilia. I know. Your intentions were good. Please go, Lili! He'll be back soon and you must be gone by then!"

"Osu, please! I don't want to be apart from you again! Please don't make me go!"

"Lilia, I love you. More than my own life. But you must go! Quickly! He is coming!"

"OSU! NO! Come back! OSU!"

"Be strong, Little Sister…"

I jerk awake; a Dimir agent is standing over me.

"Think of how heartbroken the mind mage is going to be when he hears his love screaming for another man."

I kick him directly in the crotch. Before he can get up, I claw the side of his face and push the black mana into his open wound. He realizes what I've done as he feels his flesh die. His eyes are terrified and he grips at me, desperate to spread the rot into my veins. What he doesn't know is that black mana courses through my veins, death and decay are my lifeblood, I may be damned, but I'll take as many of these disgusting roaches with me as I can.

"Your soul belongs to me now, you bastard! You will serve me for the rest of your miserable existence. You and the rest of your guild will wish you never touched what was mine."

Full of fervor from the terrible vision, I don't waste my time fucking around with the lock. I charge the black mana through my leg and kick the door down, putting my boot heel inside the guards head. I reanimate his body before Lazav or anything else can.

"Protect me!"

I look left and right for anything that could be used as a weapon. Sadly, there is nothing, not even a rod or a pipe. Is my black magic going to be enough to keep me alive? I breathe a steadying breath and run full speed into the maze. At first, there is nothing but dark and blackness, which is fine by me. My eyes have long since adjusted to no light. I'm flanked by undead on both sides but I need to find more if I stand a chance of finding Jace.

I'm at my first choice; left or right? I try to remember how the maze looked in that room, but it is coming to no avail. I futilely take the right corridor, lighting my hands up with black mana. My runes begin to glow purple as it courses through me. I come to what seems to be a horde of bodies that are trying to rise to meet me.

"I'm going to teach you all some respect. Death is no excuse for disobedience. "

With a wave of my hand, they all drop back to the ground as I had hoped. I let the mana flow out from my hands and into the decrepit old bodies, they rise; their eyes are alight with purple magic. I am going to amass an army if I have to. I have to get to Jace. There's no telling what these people are doing to his mind.

There is a sharp pain in my abdomen, hopefully just a cramp from running. I can't bear to think of any other option. I don't have time to break down. Not right now, not ever. My family, dare I say the word, needs me at full strength.

What if he goes insane before I get to him? What if I DON'T get to him? Where on earth are Ral and Gideon?

My body starts to tingle. I can feel the mana pounding through my veins, but this feels different, bigger. I can feel my body itching with the need to create something rather than just destroy. The zombies are growing to terrifyingly humongous creatures, ready to strike. I send out a ray of mana and it's green rather than purple.

What?

As the bodies begin to grow, vines and other vegetation and begin to extend from the wall of the maze onto the corpses. I observe the bodies as they grow to enormous heights and sizes. The vegetation connects the rotting limbs, like ligaments, making them stronger. I feel a slight slithering across my arms and into my hands. I look to see several vines forming a shield. I pick at the vines and they feel hard as steel. A smirk stretches across my face.

"I didn't give the gorgon enough credit. This is going to be fun. Time to bring the life and death to this party."

Running with it, I blast both green and black magic into the wall of the maze, covering it in vines. I hop up on to them, climbing to the top of the wall. When I look down, it's impossible to see anything, as most of it is covered. I can't see Jace. I can't see Ral or Gideon. I jump down before I think about what I'm doing, but brace my heel for the fall on the way down.

I close off the maze behind me with both dirt and brambles; there's no going back. There's no way I'm going to be able to find them unless it's by sheer dumb luck, which frustrates me. I don't rely on luck. I can't go blasting walls down, because what if Jace is on the other side? The horde of zombies follows me as I look around for possible assassins. I begin to grow lightheaded and hit my knees; they make a blockade before I pass out for the second time.

Jace is tied to a chair, bound and gagged. I rush over to him, desperately trying to undo the restraints. I yank the gag out of his mouth and he starts to spit words at me.

"Take the baby and GO, Lili! I'll be fine!"

"No! I'm not leaving you here! I can't!"

"We can't let them find him, Lili! Please, please just take him and go!

"Jace, we're partners, equals, I can't leave you here."

Just as Jace opens his mouth to talk, a Dimir assassin comes out of the room holding a little bundle of blankets.

"Won't the guildpact's own flesh and blood be wonderful when used against him, Miss Vess? "

"How dare you take our child out of our arms! He is not rightfully yours! Leave my family ALONE!"

I rush over to the Dimir agent and attempt to yank the bundle away. As I do so, a second lodges an arrow into Jace's chest.

"Join us or die, Liliana Vess. Your pathetic husband's menial existence will be nothing but a memory now. We know how he's fond of those."

"NO!"

Once again, I jerk awake, but this time the wall of corpses is standing above me. An odd sight to be reassured by, I am sure.

A horde of Dimir horrors come flying at me; I cast a humongous spider web, stopping them in their tracks.

I turn to my horde of zombies, smiling. I saunter off into the maze, looking for my fiancé.