A World Without You

by Skylily Romances

Elizabeth Arcana, halfway to her 30s, is sick of her life. Her discovery of a certain game and of a certain vampire brought her joy. Enough to abandon her real life to spend more time with him, get to know him, and even love him. She wakes one day to be IN the game, thinking it a dream, only to find it to be very real! Her fantasy love was about to get a little more personal.

4. Chapter 3: When Eyes First Meet

Hello. This is a guide to my writing if anyone wants to know from this point on how to read it from now on.

Now that I'll be using their names as more characters come in. So, I won't confuse people. I'm writing it like a script.

Example for when someone speaks;

*Eliza: *Shadowheart:

Here are some tips too.

Bold: used when there are words that are important to the character speaking and have more power than the rest of their words. Might have deeper meanings or more than one. Or be used for names.

Bold/underlined: POV swap and titles.

Italic: If you can spot it. I use it for thoughts, other languages, or words that will have a specific meaning.

…: I dunno… I really like dots… it's for pauses… since you can't read pauses….

CAPS: Are the loud words. Words that will do everything in their power to be heard by that person.

".": Quotation marks mean out loud. Without quotations and just italic are thoughts or spoken from the mind.

Bold and italic: notes from me.

Stars* :Being said in unison by multiple voices.

The song Eliza plays is on the violin in this chapter. 'Healing' by Violin Sky. A beautiful piece, give it a listen.

Hope this helps. Happy reading!

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Eliza, her two followers, and half a sidekick are not too far from the helm now. Eliza knew about it before Lae'zel said anything.

Lae'zel: "We are nearing the helm. Once inside, do as I say."

Shadowheart was not too happy by her sudden authority.

Shadowheart: "Who put you in charge? I'll trust my own judgment."

Lae'zel mumbled distastefully in her native language.

Lae'zel: "Kainyank."

Eliza decided on her input, pointing to the Gith in her defense.

When she could be our best chance? I don't know about you, but I'm just winging it. I'm open to any suggestions at this point. Besides, we would work better if we have the same goal in mind. To live, right?"

Both of her companions goggled at her with confusion and disbelief. Not really confident in their choices for leadership at the moment. However, Lae'zel was more concerned about understanding a certain phrase…

Lae'zel: "'Winging it'?…"

Shadowheart: "She has no plan. But, she's also not wrong…"

Lae'zel's habit of rolling her eyes continues. Her eyes will be stuck up in her skull at this point… Eliza didn't stay silent, she told them what she felt needed to be done.

Eliza: "I didn't say I didn't have a plan. So far, I've been going on instinct. And, It's telling me now what we might be facing in there. There will be fighting, we should attack any lesser enemies that stand in our way. Leave the Mind flayers and the creatures of the hells to fight each other. Head straight for the controls of the ship - we need to get out of Avernus."

….. There was silence between all of them ….

They gaze at their leader in surprise.

Her companions find their choices in leadership being slightly restored.

The warrior and the half elf responded with awe.

Lae'zel: "You continue to surprise me… Whatever you are."

Shadowheart: "I must admit. That is a plan- I'll follow you."

Lae'zel finally has enough after the ship shakes violently one time too many within their conversation. With a sigh from her native tongue. Using her hands visibly for her emphasis.

Lae'zel: "G'lyck… Enough. I will follow you… for now. Your cheerful personality has a limit. The luck, you call instincts, will run out soon enough. Come k'chakhi - let's go!"

The warrior pointed for her leader in the direction of the helm. Eliza wasn't insulted at all… Probably not aware of the meaning of the term used for her. She giggles once again at Lae'zel's grumpy attitude. Leading them onwards.

Lae'zel more confused and disturbed by the odd behavior their leader protrudes. She is hiding something. There must be one thing that can explain just who or what Eliza was…

Shadowheart also became curious of their chosen leader more and more by the second.

Her hope improves once more in their survival.

As they followed her into the next room. The little brains feet skittering behind them.

They open the door to see one hell of a scene before them. It was almost exactly how Eliza described.

A Cambian leader swings their fiery sword at the Mind flayer in front of him, only to miss. Another Mind Flayer had a different cambian gripped by his horns with its tentacles, devouring his brain. The cambian's body goes limp to the ground.

Multiple imps came swarming in, taking down that Mind Flayer with each of their strikes.

The devilish creature with the flaming sword gets knocked back from a mind wave from the Illithid.

The illithid then turns to Eliza in its spare moment and it speaks in her mind.

Mind Flayer: Thrall. Connect the nerves of the transponder.

The creature points to the controls in a desperate attempt to make sure the Thrall understands where they must go. However, Eliza already knew what she needed to do.

Yet, the Illithid continued.

Mind Flayer: We must escape. Now.

Lae'zel: "Do it. It's just as you said, our priority is to escape. We will deal with the ghaik after."

The warrior was only in agreement for the sake of their lives. Her hatred for the creature still shows. Eliza definitely can't turn into one of those things, she would hate it if Lae'zel leered at her like that…

Us: Connect the nerves! We will connect them!

They all prepare for battle.

A good few of them remained in the way. Two imps and one hellsboar.

Us takes the charge, they run ahead, and attack an imp with her sharp claws. The imp didn't see the brain coming; it was down after the first blow.

Eliza: Damn. Hopefully I'll remember to not make one of those things my enemy.

In her distraction, Eliza didn't see the arrow come at her as it pierced her front shoulder. It went right through her clothes and deep into her skin.

She hardly flinched and didn't even react…

Somehow Eliza knew worse things had been done to her than this.

Her eyes wide and held a deathly glare. The thought of watching that imp's blood spill everywhere overwhelmed her.

This wasn't a friend, it was a foe…

Trying to hurt her friends…

So, she ripped the arrow out of her shoulder without a word, placed it in her own crossbow, and fired it back at the imp.

Eliza made sure to aim for the head.

The arrow flew on its course, the metal piercing the glowing eye of the imp. It cried till it stopped, its body thuds to the floor. The other eye dims to darkness as the blood pours out of the pierced eye onto the ground…

The sight relieves the sick feeling she has been ignoring since she woke up. Only for a short while, however.

Both of her companions spoke at the same time...

Lae'zel: "Tsk'va…"

Shadowheart: "Shit…"

They both gape at her with astonishment, they couldn't hide their emotions from Eliza. her friends in her head were nosy…

Shadowheart thought it was impressive...

Lae'zel was also slightly impressed.

The warrior had her attention ripped from Eliza as the hellboar charges for her. Lae'zel quick to react jumps out of the way, waving for the others to run ahead. While she took on the final foe. The transponder as their main concern. Only one was needed to operate it.

Lae'ze stays to battle the beast. Eliza and Shadowheart were charging ahead as far as they could.

The Cambian with the fire sword makes it slash across and it strikes the Mind Flayer. Giving it a large burning cut across the chest. Eliza's eyes on the magic burning sword, noticing it wasn't like most swords… She wanted it…

The Cambian takes his free moment to glare at Eliza, seeming to yell at his remaining warriors.

Zhalk: "Take the ship, or Zariel will have your heads!"

Eliza ignored the cambian entirely. Managing to walk past him while thinking of her plan on how to take the sword from him…

Eliza makes it closer to the transponder, a dragon zooms past the front of the ship with a bursting roar. Startling her attention slightly, the Githyanki was getting inpatient.

Lae'zel:"Tsk'va! Hurry- before they strike!"

The Mind Flayer used any strength it had to blast the cambian with its mind. The perfect opportunity for Eliza to strike, only for it to be taken as more lesser enemies come to aid in the fight. Two more imps and another hellsboar. Right in front of the transponder, an imp shoots a fireball at Eliza while she has her back turned… Shadowheart stands in front of the blast with her shield just before it can hit Eliza.

She looks back to give her thanks.

Eliza: "Thank you, Shadowheart."

Shadowheart nods to her, keeping focus on the battle rather than conversation.

Lae'zel finished off the first hellsboar, finally she rushed for time to catch up. The Cambian leader turns his attention and orders his command.

Zhalk: "Throw their corpses in the Styx!"

Us catches up as well, managing their way to aid Eliza. Eliza quickly sends a signal to Us, asking it to distract the hellish leader. To get his sword in the open and closer into her direction. It's a two handed sword, if she can get the cambian to let go of it with one hand. She knew a way to get it fast, while keeping the transponder in mind.

Shadowheart takes her turn to fire a guiding bolt at an imp to burn it to a crisp. She hits the creature only to see it still standing, barely holding on.

While the Cambian was distracted.

Us charged forward, coming from the opposite side of Eliza, leaps into the air, and lands successfully on the Cambian leader. Gripping their claws to wrap themself around his arm. Making the creature from the hells free a hand from his sword, extending out both of his arms in his sudden panic. His hand that held the sword made it just within Eliza's reach.

Eliza: Perfect! Thank you, Us!

Eliza takes the moment to hatch her plan. She got close enough, and with her foot she successfully kicked the bottom of the sword from the hellish leader's hand. Unfortunately, sending it to fly back over her head and landing in front of the injured imp.

The Cambian looks at Eliza, he leered in a fury and his voice was riddled in anger towards her.

Zhalk: "You dare!"

The Cambian throws Us far across the room with a swing of its arm. They squeal, hit the wall, and cease to move after. The action angered Eliza as she glared back at him and got just out of his reach. The Cambian then points to his sword with his demands to the imp. Before the Mind Flayer can make the time for another strike.

Zhalk: "PICK THAT UP AND BRING IT TO ME!"

The imp tried to do what it was commanded to do, but the sword was too heavy for it. While it struggled, Eliza said something bold.

Eliza:"Wow, a weakling like you can't use their own fists against a Mind Flayer… Psh… I've seen Cambians smaller than you do better without a sword."

The imp can't pick up the sword; its strength was too weak from its injuries.

Before the another imp could come to aid the other, the Cambian shouts his orders at them.

Zhalk: "STOP! LEAVE IT THERE! I am NOT weak. The Illithid will die by my hands! Kill them you weaklings, or your spine is mine!"

Eliza's bluff was successful.

The Cambian completely forgot about his sword, relying on its fists. The mind flayer was close to hanging on to its life already. Their hellish leader must have thought he couldn't lose. They were equal in health and possibly in power.

The Cambian's pride, possibly his downfall…

Laezel catches up to them, racing past them both to attack the next hellsboar. It charges forward at her, managing to knock the Gith back. Forcing her to bump into Shadowheart. They both go to the ground and recover to glare at each other. Both of them looked ready to snap.

Shadowheart: "Be sure to keep an eye on your enemies, you oaf!"

Lae'zel: "Call me oaf again and I'll keep my eye on you, as my new enemy."

Eliza runs past them, her rapier in hand as she charges with it. Shouting her battle cry as she cuts along the hellsboar's body while she runs past it. The cut was deep and it stretched from the neck to the end of its body. It squealed angrily at the act, bucking in its painful rage.

Eliza is now standing not far in front of the two imps as they focus on the flaming sword. She keeps an eye on them as she yells back to her Companions. They peered over at their leader in astonishment and slight praise.

The bard shouted with confidence.

Eliza: "We aren't supposed to fight each other, guys. If we are to win this thing, we need to do this together! Use your hatred for the battle ahead of you, for our foes!…"

The Gith and the half Elf looked to each other, settling their differences for now… to fight. They stand to their feet once more, readying their weapons. Together this time….

The hellsboar prepares itself to charge at them once more just a few feet away. Before it has the chance. Shadowheart gets closer in front of it only to put her shield over her head and she kneels to the floor. The cleric looks back at the warrior, hoping that her plan was clear.

Lae'zel knows exactly what to do as she runs towards the half Elf. Leaping and stepping her feet on the shield. Shadowheart uses her as much strength as possible to send the warrior into the air. Lae'zel shouting as she swung her sword down on the beast with all her might. The sword went clean through its head. It makes one final noise. Till a loud thud is all that remains of the beast as it lays lifeless on the floor. Lae'zel places a foot on its skull and rips the sword from its head. Blood splattering all over her.

Eliza would have a very proud moment, if she wasn't caught in the middle of her dilemma.

The two imps had the sword she wanted. She was able to kill the weak one off with a quick fire of her crossbow. There was still one left. It was adamant about keeping the sword as it waved it around screaming and laughing maniacally. Forgetting about them entirely. Even though it struggled to lift the sword, it seemed overjoyed to have the chance to play with it…

Only to tire itself out. The imp didn't notice when it was surrounded in its distraction. Only when it became aware that three powerful women were glaring over it with weapons at the ready…. it realized it was in serious trouble.

Eliza: "I do believe you got something of mine…"

All three of them take their turns on the creature.

The mind flayer takes down the cambian leader, the creature now dead on the floor as the illithid barely holds onto life. It turns its attention to them, just when Eliza got her clutches on the sword. She holds it in the air as she shouts her victory. The display not far off from the imp before, waving it around with childish glee.

Eliza: "AHAHAHAAAA! THE FLAMING SWORD IS MINE!!!"

Mind Flayer: You are no longer required.

She looks back to see the Illithid coming for them. Its wounds dripped alien black blood, one arm holding in its lower stomach as it limped in their direction. The other arm stretched out reaching towards her, it looked at her with hungry eyes…

More cambians ready for battle at the entrance they came from…

Eliza: "Uh-oh… Time to go!"

Packing the magical sword. Luckily, its flame only burned the wielder's foes, not their hands or items.

Perhaps it has a special magic, it can choose what it wants to burn...

What an odd thought...

Unfortunately it's not the time to get curious...

Her victory is shortly celebrated as she turns to face the transponder only a couple steps away. She takes a long stride and finally reaches the controls. All of the tentacles look intimidating, she didn't know which one was the right one… Eliza stared hard at the transponder hoping the answer would come to her.

There were so many…

Was there a wrong or right choice?

Lea'zel: "If this ship hits the ground, we're dead! Pick one!"

The warrior shouts in a panic.

They need to get out of there fast… The ship couldn't take much more and enemies were closing in.

She had to choose….

Lives depended on her at this very moment, she had to act.

Eliza went with her gut hoping it was right as she grabbed one, then another, and connected them.

A dragon slams its hand on the glass, as it pokes its head in through the hole. Giving everything a look, its eyes stop, and the majestic beast glares right into Eliza's soul.

She looks up at the creature in awe and excitement.

She wanted to pet it so bad…

That all changed within a flash. As the creature opens its jaws and lets fire lose. Blazing everything around the transponder, throwing Eliza away from it. The fire nearly burned her into a crisp, as she stared back at the creature in astonishment. Even though she was almost cooked alive, the bard couldn't hide the fact she was excited to see a dragon that close as a smile shown brightly on her face...

The tentacles to the transponder wiggled and shook violently, the one's she connected were still holding strong.

The ship shakes and hums, then within the flash of a second the dragon was gone. The ship began thrashing about taking its own control as it teleports through the space between spaces of worlds. The movement sends Eliza back slamming her against the wall with a thud and an "oof."

Losing sight of her companions in the process.

Then the ship sucks itself through the portal it created, causing her to fly forward. All the way back to the transponder, she was almost sent through the front glass of the ship. Until, she caught herself onto the console just at the last second. Eliza held on for dear life, so close to being sucked out of the ship. She looked up and saw she needed to reach the controls. If not, they were all going to die!

She reached up for it, it was just barely out of reach. Finally she grabs the console with her hand, using all her strength to climb it. Just enough to reach once more, gripping the tentacles tight. Laughing triumphantly in her victory as she pulled them and released them to let them thrum like a string on an instrument.

Then in a flash the ship levels itself, the gravity making her hit the floor. The ship barely kept itself afloat in the sky. Everything was on fire and holes were scattered throughout the ship. She attempted to stand, only to have the ship take on more damage. As another explosion sent the ship to descend to the ground. Throwing her off balance as she rolls on the floor of the ship. She hits the wall just beside a hole with fresh night air coming in. They weren't in Avernus anymore.

She strains from being thrashed about, looking over in shock to see a Mind Flayer staring back at her.

Before she could react, something smacks her on the side of the head and everything goes black…

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She felt the air rushing past her…

The threat of gravity is about to take her life…

Till a flash of light radiates around her, stopping her fall just before her head would hit the ground. She opened her eyes with a gasp. She caught a glimpse of the night sky. Only to hit the ground suddenly, knocking her out cold once more….

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The next she woke, the sun was high above her, the birds chirping, and a gentle breeze blowing on her face. Giving her the scent of the freshwater in the air… The sounds of water rolling down a stream. The feeling of sandish dirt in her hair and everywhere else…

As she gets up and looks around at the crash before her. Giant tentacles of the nautiloid arching above her going into the water. Fire all around, ashes and burning leaves in the air falling everywhere.

Eliza still remembers nothing of who she was. She had more unanswered questions than she needed to have.

Who was she really?

Why does she have the urge to harm?

Why did she want peace deep down?

She could easily let the bad thoughts take over her. But, she felt it wasn't right…

Lives were precious to her, she didn't want to take them from this world. She hated the very thought of it.

Eliza didn't know why, but she has never felt more free… more alive… She couldn't help but feel like she wasted time under someone else's thumb for too long. She cursed whoever did this to her, and hoped someday it would all return to her… Only, so she can prove to whoever tried to break her…

She was still here! Alive and free now!

Eliza wasn't completely broken beyond repair!

She hoped…

The sight of her surroundings calmed her and gave her relief in her soul that she didn't mess it up. She managed to survive.

Eliza was finally free!

She stands to her feet, shoves both of her arms in the air, and shouts happily to the sky. Her voice echoes around her.

Eliza hops around, skipping to the water, and splashing in it into the air. Letting it rain back on her, basking in how refreshing it felt. Getting deeper into the water till it was up to her knees. Admiring the view while she played in the crystal blue water. All of it felt so nice on her hands, feet, and through her clothes. In her joy she stood straight, turned her back to the deep, extended her arms, and trusted her fall to be caught by the water. With a splash, her body submerged, engulfed by the cold rush of the liquid around her. Eliza enjoyed the feeling as she floated to the surface. Taking a breath as her face reaches the air. Floating in the water enjoying the view of the sky, with the current gently moving her to the shore.

She managed to wash back up on the sand, loving the feeling of the water coming over her. Her view on the sky and clouds above. She heard footsteps as they stopped just above her head. Their shadow blocking the sun. Eliza saw a friendly face as she was looking down at her with a familiar smirk.

Shadowheart: "I can't believe we both managed to survive… Having fun?"

Eliza's eyes widened in anticipation, knowing Shadowheart would be just fine. She was still very happy to see her.

Eliza: "Shadowheart, you're okay!"

She sprung up from the water, the freshwater clung her hair and clothes to her skin. Her body dripped profusely as she stood to her feet extending her arms to the half Elf. Despite Shadowheart's protests about her being wet. Eliza doesn't hesitate to give her a hug. Squeezing the cleric tightly. Nervously laughing and shouting out as Eliza suddenly lifted the cleric and twirled her around.

Shadowheart: "Woah! Hey! Hehehehaaaah!"

Eliza then puts her down, leaving an arm on her shoulder to keep her steady. Shadowheart tries her best to adjust herself from the sudden over-friendliness. Unable to hide a flush of red on her cheeks, her front side was wet on her armor.

There was blood too. Eliza still had a hole in her shoulder. Her arm was feelinging a little off earlier, that explained why. Eliza nervously whipped off her blood hoping it didn't bother the cleric. But, she only stared at Eliza in question and in awe…

Shadowheart: "What- What was that for?"

Eliza: "I'm so happy you're alright! We did it! You, me, Lae'zel, and hopefully more! We are alive! Isn't that great!? It's so beautiful out here! Don't you just love the view!?"

Eliza exclaimed excitedly, extending her other arm to gesture at the view. Despite the destruction of the ship, it was a wonderful day. The view of the water sparkling under the sun, the crystal blue that extends out far and wide down the river. Met with mountains and trees off in the distance. The sky is the most vibrant of blues, the clouds were perfectly white and fluffy. The breeze blowing the smells of the world they breathe in. Blowing the leaves in the trees and to move the hair from their faces. Everything else around the burning ship was humming with life. The pleasure to see the sight of it all brings a bright and warm smile on Eliza's face. While her hair still dripped and her clothes were soaked, she was beaming with joy.

Making Shadowheart smile too as she breathed in the view. Enjoying the fresh air together.

Shadowheart: "I actually… didn't notice… It is beautiful. Quite the view- considering how bright it is. Don't forget the fire, ash, and nautiloid flesh everywhere. It's a nice touch."

She said with a smirk that made Eliza giggle. The Cleric continues as she decides to tease the bard.

Shadowheart: "You know, you could have woken an owlbear from hibernation with that voice of yours. "

She smiles and raises an eyebrow. The bard bursts out laughing, surprising the half-Elf at first. Soon, Eliza's laughter makes her join in.

Eliza wipes a tear from her eyes as she tries to compose herself. Her own wording keeps her from holding it together as chuckles escape her.

Eliza: "I'm sorry, hehe.. Did I wake you from your nap?"

Shadowheart: "I'd be surprised if you didn't alert a nearby settlement of our presence."

Eliza chuckles more to herself as the cleric continues, now her search for answers.

Shadowheart: "Do you remember anything? How are we alive? I remember the ship, I remember falling… Then nothing…"

Eliza: "No. It's about the same for me. Except I remember something catching me - a light… A warm glow embraced me and stopped me from meeting my end… Maybe, it happened for you and our other friend. I hope Lae'zel isn't too frazzled where she landed."

Shadowheart gazes at her with a raised eyebrow. The bard described her part of the story with such warmth. Eliza was grateful to be saved regardless of how. It wasn't that part that bothered the cleric. Shadowheart was seeming rather skeptical on the part about the Gith.

Shadowheart: "You might want to reconsider calling her a friend - looks like she ran off without us."

Eliza: "Nah, I'm sure she's just held up somewhere. Once we free her, she might change her mind about us."

Shadowheart: "You're more concerned for her than she is of you, clearly. We need to take care of ourselves."

Eliza: "After all she did for us? No way! The Githyanki way is to help and trust only other gith, yet she helped us anyway! We are alive thanks to her help. She would be a great ally, rather than a deadly foe."

Eliza stood tall, defending the warrior with her determination. She sees there is good in the gith, when the cleric saw none.

Shocking the half-Elf once more.

Shadowheart: You truly are a curiosity… First things first- we need supplies, shelter, and most of all, a healer. We might have escaped, but we still have these little monsters in our heads."

Eliza: "We will be fine. I'm confident, somehow, that we won't be changing anytime soon… Wait, you said "we"? You still wish to travel with me!?"

Eliza exclaimed with both of her hands gripping onto the Cleric's shoulders, causing her to gape at her wide eyed.

Shadowheart: "We need each other, we make a great team - as you said. Besides, I couldn't think of better company... I wanted to thank you. You could have very easily walked past my pod… You did!"

The Half-Elf said with a chuckle, making Eliza join her. Eliza doing her best to hold it together, the kind words moved her.

Then there was a pause, she gazed at Eliza with thought, and continued.

Shadowheart: "But, then you didn't… You came back. You've been very kind to me so far - yet you barely know me… I'll remember that… I feel… rather safe in your presence… You're far too interesting to let wander off anyway."

The cleric gets embraced in another hug. This time she hears a gentle sob escape the Bard. The half-Elf held her arms out, not knowing what to do.

Eliza was having trouble containing her overwhelming happiness. She was so happy to hear her say that. She never thought words could hold so much power over her…

Shadowheart: "Hey… Are-Are you okay?"

Eliza pulled away from the Half-Elf, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and held the widest smile on her face.

Eliza: "I'm fantastic! It means the world to me to hear you say that- thank you!"

Eliza re-embraces the hug, this time the cleric overwhelmed by the joy it brought her. Returned the hold, giving a hug back.

Shadowheart begins to feel a little uncomfortable after a long hold. Pulling away from the embrace, Eliza lets her go willingly. The half-Elf couldn't hide the pink in her cheeks on her serious face, her arms stiff and glued to her sides.

Shadowheart: "Ahem… We best get going. The supplies won't gather together themselves."

Eliza wiped the tears from her face, and sniffled herself together. Putting on a brave face. Despite her wetness and tearful self, her cheerful demeanor is still going strong.

Eliza: "Of course. Let's get going!"

Her smile widens as she leads the way. Only for it to fade the more bodies she passed. She started to search them for valuables since they wouldn't be needing them anymore. On the first body, she froze. A part of her feeling like this was familiar territory. The sight of blood and dead eyes staring back up at her. The thought of it trying to sneak a smile on her face.

Eliza banished them both, the sight of death was vile to her. She leered at the body with pain and sorrow. Their lives were taken too soon. They had parents… lovers… or children…

She searched a particular body to find a note from their lover. Telling them to meet them so they can run away together. Live… and be happy together… Now they will never get that chance…

Eliza places a hand over her mouth, tears leaving her eyes as she finishes the letter.

She mourned for people among the fallen, each one that she searched. Laying down a flower for each of them. It was her fault they were dead after all…

If she hadn't brought the ship here, they would be alive… or would they?

...Were they meant to die?...

She hated the thought.

Eliza hoped that the victims and their loved ones would find peace…

The cleric was feeling a little more respect for her chosen leader

Eliza finds plenty of fishing baskets. Not hesitating to grab the fish. Even if she despised the taste, it's best not to waste food. She had other mouths to feed, not just herself. She never knew when she might find more. Luckily she did run into some semi-fresh apples. Picking up any wild herbs she spotted as well.

The bard spots a ruin on the beach, she didn't feel confident to go in there with only a party of 2. So, rather than risking their safety, she moved forward.

Climbing up a slope, they are met by the shade as they walk into the remains of the ship. She hears the skittering of little feet. A familiar sound that made her look around with hope of seeing their little brain friend. Only to be met by a couple of them and they didn't send very friendly signals.

Shadowheart: "Be careful - or this might end up being a short fight."

The creature's charge at her, extending their claws, and aiming to kill. She steps on one of the brains hopping over the other two. The brain made a screech as it squished under her shoe. Managing to throw them off slightly now that she was behind them. As Shadowheart makes a swing for the squashed one with her mace, giving it a fatal wound. The other brain makes a swing for Eliza ankles. Successfully knocking her down as she slips on her own puddle from her morning swim…

The creature hops on top of her, Eliza manages to get her hands on it to keep it far enough away. She was able to quickly react and kick away the other brain. As the one above her, slashes its claws at her, and barely grazes her. The talons inches away from becoming deep and fatal cuts.

A shout comes from the cleric as she slams her mace on the brain, successfully knocking it off of Eliza.

The bard takes a breath of relief as her cuts bleed through her clothes. The holes in her shirt exposing her chest slightly. She sits up to fire her crossbow, successfully a critical hit on the brain as it falls lifelessly to the ground. The one she stepped on was now a pile of flesh on the ground. Shadowheart was covered in its blood.

Eliza: "That's twice you save me. Thank you, Shadowheart. You're the best!"

Eliza remained on the ground, her ankle had a large gash. She took the time to bandage it to keep it from bleeding so much.

The remaining brain attempts its attack only to graze the Cleric on the leg. She winces as she shouts at her careless leader.

Shadowheart: "Maybe, try not to get yourself in situations where I have to."

Eliza: "Still, if it weren't for you. I'd have sliced and diced by now. I appreciate you."

Shadowheart: "Appreciate me after we kill the damn brain!"

The half-Elf sternly shouts at the bard. Tired of her mindless chatter while she is the only one fending off the brain.

Eliza finishes the wrap job. She loads her ammo to fire another arrow with her crossbow; getting another successful hit.

Just one last blow to take it down and Shadowheart took it. Swinging her mace down on it. The brain howls one last time as it falls lifelessly next to its brethren.

The cleric nods to her leader, giving her a small smile. Shadowheart walks up to her and offers a hand to help Eliza to her feet.

Shadowheart: "You're a pretty good shot with that thing."

Eliza dusts herself off once she is standing sturdy and continues to speak mindlessly.

Eliza: "My dad taught me to hunt."

The words came out and still shocked her after. How could she remember that? She can't even remember if it's true…

Regardless, she went with it… She felt it wasn't wrong…

But it made her feel a little uncomfortable too…

Shadowheart: "Well maybe he should have taught you how to not go swimming with your clothes on before battle."

Eliza: "I unfortunately had no influence of past teachers or self control. I saw the water and suddenly I was drawn to it. I couldn't help it, I was overjoyed to be alive - now I am again! Thanks to you."

Shadowheart's smile widens, she appeared to be pleased by Eliza so far.

Once they were both ready, Eliza began looting the area. She knew where to look and what to grab. Watching out for danger and making sure not to carry too much.

Eliza felt her body flow with a flash of power, like she just gained more strength and knowledge. They found space in the empty spaces in her head.

She knew how to use the song of rest and thunderwave, now.

Her sword hummed on her back vibrating with energy. Feeling the need to inspect her weird encounter after she set up camp, choosing to ignore the sudden power up.

For some reason, it felt normal…

Maybe giving someone else more power and carrying less weight would help for the future.

Then Eliza turns back to face her Cleric, a question popping in her head.

Eliza: "Hey, do you prefer your mace and shield- or do you want to use this?"

The bard says pulling out the flaming sword. Holding it to where the cleric could take it from her. Shadowheart was skeptical at first.

Shadowheart: "Are you sure? You don't want to use it?"

Eliza: "I can't. I don't know how to use a greatsword…"

Shadowheart: "What?! But... you put yourself in danger for that sword! Why grab it if you can't use it!?"

Eliza: "For anyone that travels with me. So they can use it."

The half-elf gazed at the bard with bewilderment. Having trouble understanding her leader's methods…

The cleric sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand, and holds her other hand out.

Shadowheart: "Just give it to me…"

The cleric takes the sword when Eliza places it in her hand. Lifting it up with both of her hands and admiring the beauty of the everburning flames. She gratefully whispers her thanks as she trades her equipment.

Shadowheart: "Thank you, Eliza."

Eliza: "You're welcome!"

The bard says cheerfully as she skips ahead, ignoring the pain in her ankle as she went.

The half-Elf tries to keep up only to cry out with every step. The bard turns back quickly once she realized and immediately grew concerned for her companion.

Eliza: "Are you okay?"

She kneels down once she notices the large gash on the cleric's leg. Eliza takes the violin on her back and looks at it with many thoughts in her mind. Admiring the beauty and detail of the wood. It's beautiful, but…

Can she play the violin?

She can't even remember if she did or not.

She knows a spell deep down in her mind, to cure wounds…

It involves an instrument and the knowledge of magic… she had both…

But, can she do it?

She doubted deep down if she was capable of magic.

She never had magic before… right?

Yet she could feel it… it was there… it was hard to describe…

But, it was strong and it wanted her to wield it.

Shadowheart: "Look - you don't have to fuss over me. It's not that bad. I have a healing potion."

Eliza: "Keep it. You might need it later if I'm not able to heal you at any point… Besides, it's my fault you got this and I need to know what I'm capable of. It hurts for you to walk on, right? Please… Let me help - at least let me try."

Eliza pleads to her companion, wanting nothing more than to take the blood and pain away. If she lets it stay, it will get worse… and so will her bloodthirsty thoughts…

Shadowheart nods to her leader, confirming her trust. Letting her take the lead.

Eliza prepares herself. Resting her violin on her shoulder and pressing down with her chin on its rest. Readying the bow, holding it precisely on instinct, and placing it on the strings. She feels the knowledge on how to play a violin in the back of her mind. Not knowing from where. Still, she was thankful for it regardless.

She takes a breath in as the music flows into her heart. Closing her eyes. Then she breathes out as her hands take control of the instrument.

Her head felt light and her body radiated with a flow of energy that vibrated with the beautiful sound of the strings. She drowns in the peace from the song that flowed out of her. Feeling as if her music was sending healing waves from her soul. She opened her eyes to see the glow of her violin and its beautiful multicolored light. The water that dripped from her hair and clothes, floated off of her, dancing in the light. It sent many vibrant colors of magical notes into the air flowing peacefully around her as she played. The glow takes hold on the cleric's wound as it fades away to clean skin. Only her blood and the hole in her pants leg remains after.

Eliza feels deeply lost within the song, feeling at peace in its healing energy. She knew she played this piece once before… but where?

A flash in her mind of a girl with long brown hair. A small violin in her hand playing the same song… to a woman… on her deathbed… their faces were a blur…

The memory fades, unable to hold onto it as the piece ends on its last note… Fading beautifully into silence, the light from the magic disappearing into the air. The water finally fell to the ground. Falling with them were tears, streaming down Eliza's face…

Unable to understand why they were there… or who they were for…

She stared at her violin in astonishment, she never knew such magic lived inside her. Definitely not something so lovely…

Shadowheart was moved by the serenity of the music. The warmth she felt in that magic as it surrounded her and healed her wound. Was enough to almost bring the Cleric to tears. She spoke with a warm smile, holding back the sniffles.

Shadowheart: "That… That was beautiful. I've never seen healing magic have colors like that… That was a wonderful experience - Thank you..."

Eliza: "Anytime!"

Eliza says with a wide smile, leaves her tears be, and stands ready to move onward.

Shadowheart: "Wait - your wounds aren't healed."

Eliza turns back walking towards the end of the shade and back into the sun. With her hands behind her back and a smile wide on her face.

Eliza: "I hardly feel them - come on, let's go!"

Eliza waves excitedly for the half-Elf to follow, concern for her leader on the rise. Eliza had multiple wounds and didn't seem bothered by them. The cleric's deep fascination to get to know more of her was stronger than before. Just to see what the bard says or does next.

Eliza finds herself on a familiar shore with a broken dock. A cart and crates sprawled around on the ground. She was excited to find a lyre in one of the crates. She took it in hopes she knew how to play it too.

She then headed towards a dirt path up a hill.

Once she realized where she was, her body reacted violently.

Eliza froze in place after a wave of an entirely new feeling hit her. Shadowheart stopped not far behind her, curious of what antics were at play now.

The hill she was about to climb had someone important on the top of it. Eliza could feel it…

Her heart began to thrum in her chest.

Her breathing quickened. She was terrified to move somehow… Scared that they would hate her…

Scared of the influence they had on her when she hasn't even met them yet…

She did her best to collect herself. Struggling to take each step. She hears a voice that steals the breath from her lungs. As the sound dances through her ears.

???: "Is anyone there? Help!"

She managed to make it to the top, the sight of him making her heart stop. It was like time froze the moment she saw him. His white hair glistened in the sun. His pale skin looked flawless in the light. His posture was held high and confident. His name finding its way to her heart…

The view of him shaking the fabric of her entire world…

Eliza probably looked like an idiot from the outside looking in. She couldn't hardly focus. Barely able to use her own body without her hands or knees shaking.

Doing her best to hold herself together as she finally makes it close enough, he speaks to her. His voice alone made her very soul melt…

Astarian: "Hurry. I got one of those brain things cornered. There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others."

The beautiful elf spoke full of caution, pointing to something moving in the bushes. She knew it was just a boar, but like an idiot she looked anyway…

Astarian: "There, can you see it?"

Not saying a word as she proceeded to investigate, watching as a boar popped out of the grass. Just like she predicted…

Her instincts haven't been wrong before. But, for some reason, this elf broke her brain and all of its logic. Seeming to make her waltz around like a fumbling fool.

She knew what was going to happen next too. Eliza heard the knife, and felt as the cold blade pressed on her throat delicately. She felt as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He loses his footing and she falls to the ground with him.

Going with it, he holds the knife steady against her throat and his arm wrapped around her shoulder tightly.

Astarion: "Shhhh… Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours… And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy."

He looked up shouting to her companion. Not even noticing how Eliza wasn't even present at the moment…

She knew this was going to happen, yet she was completely unprepared for everything she felt during and after…

Eliza didn't struggle at all….

She froze once again, the moment he touched her was electrifying. She closed her eyes tight, his touch alone was overwhelming. Her body fell into him entirely, she let go. Eliza heard her heart in her ears, she thought it would beat out of her chest. Her body shivered where he touched. The smell of his natural musk stealing her air as she melts entirely in his arms…. His hot breath on her ears and neck made her heart do flips in her chest and her cheeks hot. She feels as her entire face starts to turn tomato red. She could swear steam was blowing out her ears…

Eliza realized she was holding her breath. She gasps, opening her eyes, only to have her entire being collapse under his very presence…. The sight of him alone being this close to her was overwhelming. Her body shakes and she can't say a word. Only a small squeak escapes with her breath and soul as they leave her once more.

Eliza: *K.O.*

She willingly embraces it.

If this is to be her death…

If this was how she died…

Let it be by this man's hands…

Eliza knew deep down, she deserved it more than most…

She was the cause of so much death…

She knew it in her soul…

Whoever this man is…

He can take her soul…

Like how he apparently stole her heart…

her breath…

her thoughts…

And even the control of her own mind and body…

Everything was becoming nothing, just by looking into those ruby eyes…

She spent so much time… trying to live.

Yet she felt she could die right now, just from being here in his hold. She felt… almost complete…

Somehow… even with a blade to her throat…

She never felt more safe…

Finally, his voice came through to her ears. She didn't even realize he was trying to get her attention

Astarion: "-ellooooo... Hello?… Can you hear me? Did you just die in my arms?! I didn't even cut you. But then - why are you so red?... I could smell it before she came up the hill… it's fresh… I didn't cut her… but, someone did… a lot."

He mumbled to himself mostly, not thinking she was listening. He was right. His words only went through one ear and out the other…. She was struggling to respond, her mind and body won't cooperate.

Something else had her focus.

Eliza could hear him breath in deeply, seeming to enjoy the scent of her. Now that he was close to her, his mouth seemed to water as he licked his lips hungrily. Completely drawn in by the smell on her chest leaning in closer. The sound of a small sad moan escaping him as he exhales. The handsome elf ogled her hungrily with his blood red eyes.

She heard it all.

Saw it all.

He was right in front of her burning face and ears… Staring intensely at her chest. She laid flat on the ground looking straight through him. The sight of him this close to her face made her brain and heart explode from ecstasy.

The elf was so close to giving in and taking a nibble of Eliza, till a voice abruptly stopped him.

The cleric shouted in worry for her leader.

Shadowheart: "Eliza!? I need her alive - she better be! Stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get!"

The Elf laughs in confidence of his power in this situation. Ignoring the cleric's anger for her leader's safety. Only giving her a brief moment of attention.

Astarion: "Promises. Promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid. Don't we… Eliza… You are alive aren't you?"

The name vibrated in his voice perfectly sending shivers down her spine. She didn't struggle or push the knife away. They sat very still as Eliza crumbled in his hold.

It took her way too long to realize that they were talking about her. Talking to her. She forgot her own name! She tried her best to form words, trying to show signs of life. But, they stuttered as they left her.

Eliza: "eh.. ah… I-I…"

She was a complete mess…

Eliza: What the is going on?!?! Why am I as useless as a bowl of noodles?!... Mmm… I'm hungry aren't I?... How long has it been since I've eaten?... He was looking at me like he was hungry… FOCUS! Why am I falling apart like this? What else could this be!? Am I under a spell?!... How is this possible? I've never felt like this before… Or have I?

The elf gives a cocky smile as he stares down at the bard. Demanding answers while pointing the end of his knife at her throat.

Astarion: "Oh, goodie! You're not dead - Now answer me. I know I saw you on the ship. You were acting strange. I heard you. There was a voice in my head. It was you, wasn't it? Nod if you can't use your words…"

Eliza is able to at least do that, and confirms his questions to be true with a nod.

Astarion: "Splendid. And now you're going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacle freaks did to me. How and why were you in my head? What did you say to me?"

Eliza finally collected herself enough to think. She remembered stopping on the ship in front of a particular pod. She felt strongly about the pod, she even tried to speak to it from her thoughts. Was it him, is that who she spoke to?

She could feel his emotions, traces of them connecting through her little friends.

He heard her, but not clearly. He wanted to know them all. Every word she said, they were incomplete for him.

She remembered her words as they finally come out clearly from her lips. Her voice is smooth and calm. When she spoke, visions flashed in her mind. She closed her eyes as the vision showed clearly into their minds as well. They collectively see Eliza in the vision. Her hand on her heart and a warm smile on her face. Eliza was gazing at herself through unfamiliar eyes as she stared back. Hearing her own voice in the vision and out loud. Astarion spoke in unison with her own words, the ones he heard..

Eliza: "Whoever you are… *hold on… Everything's gonna be okay… *I'll fix this…"

Eliza opened her eyes looking into his.

Astarion's red eyes were wide in recognition. As she spoke plainly and true with a delicate smile.

Eliza: "You won't die here…"

He gazed back into her eyes with surprise.

Then suddenly his face shows discomfort. Eliza feels the wiggle in her skull as well.

Astarion: "Agh!"

Eliza: "Mm…"

Visions flood in from another scene. Her little friends are digging deeper. Through unfamiliar eyes once more, prowling in the dark, and the bustling streets. She tries to hold the memory, but it fades to the worm. The light. The fear. Then her….

The handsome elf opens his eyes and glares wide eyed at the woman. Looking even more confused as he demanded for more answers.

Astarion: "What was that? That vision... It was you… What's going on? How did I hear you before? Why were you in my head? Why me?"

Eliza looked deep in his eyes and spoke truthfully. Not hesitating to use her words now that she got control again.

Eliza: "The mind flayer worms - they connect us. I felt your fear… Your desire to live. I wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay… I was trying to comfort you… Honestly, I don't know why… I just wanted to."

The rouge was silent, his eyes looked fixedly down at this odd woman in his arms. She looked up at him showing no signs or a shred of dishonesty. The Bard spoke only the truth. Which completely stumped him more.

The Cleric finally had enough of the life-threatening for one day. Painting a clearer picture.

Shadowheart: "She saved our lives you idiot - release her!"

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Astarion's POV

The elf finally realizes his mistake. He backs the knife away from her throat and lets her stand as they both get to their feet.

He first noticed the blood that came from the wounds on her chest and the hole in her shoulder. The cuts were shaped from the brain creature's deadly claws, meaning she wasn't one of them. He could smell it strongest down at her ankle, she was losing a lot there.

However, she didn't even react, didn't show pain or discomfort at all. She just became a puddle of goo as soon as he touched her.

He began to notice his sleeve was cold and wet. As he observed her to see her long white and pinkish hair was dry at the top, but dripping at the bottom.

Why was she wet?!...

As strange as it was, it wasn't important information at the moment.

He didn't know how he didn't notice it before.

The air around her was bright and peaceful.

She fully let go in his hold and willingly opened her neck out to his blade. She was willing to die if he wished to take her life. She didn't even fight at all for it.

Which both shocked him and angered him…

Why would she give her life to him like that?

Was she a fool?

She also didn't look at him like the rest.

She didn't odle at him, glare at him, or gawk out of fear.

She goggled at him in an admiring kind of way. The kind of way that made him feel warm somehow.

She seemed shy and kind hearted. Weak and frail. A goodie-goodie two shoes, that does good deeds above profit. It's a miracle she's even alive now, if she offers her life like that to just anyone…

Her face still held traces of red. Her hand on her heart trying to calm it and steady her breathing.

The bard didn't want to hurt him, she wanted to help him. From the beginning, he should have seen it. Her gaze, from her different colored eyes, was calming and caring. She held a sickeningly sweet smile from her luscious lips. Even when he had a knife held to her throat, there was a pleasant smile on her face. Her voice was gentle and held concern for others above herself.

She looked incapable of hurting anyone by her demeanor alone.

The only blood he smelled on her was her own.

Astarion: What a weakling… She'd be cute… if she was my type…

The elf held traces of recognition and regret on his face as he spoke. Looking down to the ground, slightly ashamed to have mistaken her for the enemy… When she looks so harmless to him now… Speaking with more thought than before.

Astarion: "You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me…. And to think, I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies."

Giving a smile with his approach in hopes of it being enough for his wrong doings. And get on her friendly side.

Eliza gives him a warm smile in return that makes his falter in surprise.

Eliza: "Apology accepted. I'm just glad you're safe. I understand how it looks from your view, I would have done the same if I was in your shoes… Still, I'm very glad I didn't fail to save you. Now you're free and can live how you wish!"

The rouge stares at her with bewilderment, a hardened laugh escaping him. One that was bitter, and doubted her statement held any truth to its words.

As much as he would love to believe her blind faith, the hope in happy endings…

Knowing the real truth. There are no fairy-tales, but there are monsters.

Those were very real.

The rouge's face held traces of discontent, as did his own words.

Astarion: "As much as we wish, we can never be free to live how we want. There's always something holding us back…"

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Eliza's POV:

Eliza couldn't help her heart, it still flutters in her chest from his presence. However, his words bring sadness to her, he believed them to be true.

When she wanted to change that.

More than anything.

The elf continues.

Astarian: "You are a kindred spirit, indeed. My name is Astarion. I seem to already be acquainted with you - Eliza."

The way her name sounded in his mouth still caused shivers to run up her spine. Her face gets hot in a flash and her heart skips.

Eliza: What is the man doing to me?!

Astarion: "I was at Baldur's Gate when those beasts snached me… So do you know anything about these worms?"

She did know, and it was best not to lie.

Eliza: "Their purpose is to turn us into mind flayers."

Astarion: "Turn us into - HA hahaha!"

He laughed with disbelief and a hint of bitterness, the news came harsh to his ears.

Astarion: "Of course it'll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?... Although, it hasn't happened yet. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time."

The Elf is determined to not only reverse this, but control this power. To him it's useful. He keeps looking up at the sunny sky, like it should be impossible to be standing here. Like he hasn't seen the world in this light in such a long time. Eliza planned to keep that same look on his face… the look of hope…

It looked wonderful on him.

Eliza: "It's okay. I know we will be fine, somehow ours aren't like normal worms. I think we will get through this."

Astarion: "I admire your ambition, but I highly doubt we would be so lucky. However - you do make me feel there is truth to your words. In a way."

Eliza's heart swells as his face holds a small smile. He looked at her with a look of curiosity.

The immediate thought that came to her… She had to see more of him… everyday…

Now that she's met him… She can't watch him walk away. If she did, she knew deep down… it would mean death…. His death…

Eliza: "We can travel together and keep each other safe. Safe to live how we wish! We can try to find out how to use these worms to our advantage, too."

The glamorous elf looks at her, baffled by her presence. He gazed at her with wide eyes, eyeing her up and down. Seeming to finally look at her and take in her appearance. Giving the impression he likes what he sees. As a small smile forms on his face, his eyes stare with intrigue.

Making her stomach dance and her heart race.

Astarion: "You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know…."

The Elf bows to her with a mischievous smile on his face.

Astarion: "All right, I accept. Lead on."

Those words made her insides leap for joy. She couldn't believe how just one person was affecting her like this. He was familiar and a mystery. A wonder and a nuisance, yet she wouldn't trade that feeling for anything in this world. She felt unbelievably happy.

Then a thought came and ripped the nice feeling away. Her mind dances with thoughts of a perfect pretty corpse….

Infuriating her beyond belief as she banished the thought. Wishing more than anything that the treacherous parts of her would go away forever.

Maybe he was right, there's always something holding someone back from true freedom...

Eliza finally was able to use all of herself. Her body and mind finally cooperated as she led them onward. Catching glimpses of the beautiful elf behind her every once in a while, still finding his particular presence alluring and interesting. She hoped all of this wasn't a dream, because so far it was a beautiful day.

She tries her best to focus on what's ahead, as she leads them through the rubble of the ship. The shade from the roof of the ship blocking the sun, and mind flayer bodies were scattered about. She walked up to an intricate part of the ship as one mind flayer is crushed under some rubble of the ship….

It was still alive. All of them look at it with hate and disgust.

Eliza: "There! A mind flayer - and it's hurt."

Shadowheart: "That thing's bound to be dangerous, even if injured. Best be Careful."

Astarion: "Oh gods - please don't let that be my future."

They walk up on the dying creature, its posture unable to keep itself up. It was too weak, it won't survive if it gets left here. This was the thing that abducted all those people, shoving worms in their brains. Forcing them to become something they are not. She looked down at the vile creature in distrust, it can die here and now. If only she didn't feel compassion for it…

Compassion?

She could feel an influence over her, the kind that made the friend in her head squirm. This creature was trying to possess her mind, to force her to feel… love for it… When she knew she needed to get away from it.

But she couldn't move, couldn't think: thinking was mercifully done for her!

Forcing her to feel joy to serve - to want to die for it in honor.

Only for the feeling to slip away, the creature's mind runs elsewhere. Her emotions then took over, she was deeply upset by the sudden loss of her own mind.

Eliza was able to slip in through its defenses somehow. Their minds fuse, lusting for something that is… gone.

But then its grip comes back with a vengeance: a vice locking her mind into obedience once again.

It needs sustenance to survive, the kind her very body could provide.

Within a flash her body and mind are being controlled.

The feeling sends her a large amount of discomfort. Suddenly her heart began to throb in her chest and her eyes became intense shrouds of pain and death. Her deepest desire is to squash the life out of this evil creature for trying to steal her free will.

It happened for the last time… She had enough…

She just got it back, she wasn't going to lose it again!

Her dark thoughts scream for revenge after committing such a shameful act.

The intense glare at her from its wet orange pearls that radiate malice. The way she leered at the creature was way more terrifying. An expression never shown on her face before.

She snapped the connection somehow.

Within an instant she had her body back and she closed the Illithid's eyes forever, as she stomped her foot down in a violent rage. Over, over, and over again. Her voice shouting was riddled with torment, anger, and agony as she continued to squash its head under her shoe. It's black blood oozing out of its mashed skull.

One final stomp held the most power in her voice. Its head is nothing but a chunk of flesh. Her shoulders heaving as she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

Her bloodthirst quenched for a while…

The display caused her companions to stare their gaze at her with concern. An unusual sight for the cleric. The rogue seemed to like her sudden little violent spurt, the new look on her he rather enjoyed to see. Until they noticed the tears running down her cheeks, shocking them both. Her shoulders bounced as she sobbed to herself…

The half-elf places a hand on her leader's shoulder, trying to calm her.

Shadowheart: "Is… everything okay?"

Eliza turns back to them, letting her tears flow as she smiles warmly. Making a confession to what she's been experiencing since she woke up.

Eliza: "I-It's nothing... I just… I don't remember much of who I am… My past is a complete mystery to me, but I know one thing is certain. I don't like to be under someone else's control."

Her companions look at her with more thought than before. The elf remained silent, but gave a look that said he understood that feeling more than most. The cleric's gaze held a similar look, one that was more understanding about something else she mentioned.

Shadowheart: "You don't remember anything?"

Eliza shook her head, looking rather lost as she spoke.

Eliza: "Only my name, pieces of my past, and these dark thoughts that plague me. When I wish they would go away."

The cleric could see how negatively the information was troubling her leader. She pulls Eliza to the side, speaking to her without the ears of their newest recruit.

Shadowheart: "You know, loss isn't such a bad thing. You're starting fresh - a clean slate - given the chance to begin anew. Maybe from this darkness, it can bring power and justice if used correctly. Embrace the shadows - it's not so scary. There is always someone looking out for you in the dark."

The half-elf said with sincerity, her demeanor trying to offer comfort and aid. Eliza appreciated the thought, giving her a smile in return.

Although, she felt that maybe her darkness was different than what the cleric thinks.

Her urges had a hunger for blood and carnage… for death…

Even to the people she would never want to do anything like that to. It was infuriating… and terrifying…

Shadowheart wasn't wrong, she could direct it towards her enemies in battle.

Unfortunately, she felt that no amount of words can bring any comfort. She feared for the day when she would lose control again…

That nothing will stop the thought and it takes her choices away from her…

Hurting the people she met…

Seeing their eyes stuck in permanent terror as they lay lifeless in the dirt….

The thought made her heart ache and her brain throb. She was able to expel the image with the sick feelings lingering still. Yet, she managed to hold it together as she spoke to the Half-Elf.

Eliza: "Thank you, Shadowheart. You have given me a lot to think about. I appreciate your advice."

The cleric beams, seeming overjoyed that her beliefs were acknowledged.

Shadowheart: "Anytime."

The Half-elf practically skips away with more pep in her step, scouting ahead for supplies. Eliza stayed where she stood, not moving a muscle as she spent a moment in her silence. Her tears still flowing, she had trouble getting them to stop. The rogue approached her, stood not too far from her, and didn't say a word.

They both stayed awkward in the silence.

It wasn't bad… it was peaceful…

He didn't make her have the feeling she needed to speak. Instead they just stood in silence, he patiently waited till she was ready to move… It was nice.

She looked over to him, worried he was actually getting impatient.

Instead…

She never would have guessed he would check his nails in his spare time.

So, she giggled to herself at the sight.

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Astarion's POV

He was waiting for anything.

For her to run off, scream, loudly cry out her woes, or curl up into a ball…. or all of the above….

The look of terror and pain on her face was a familiar look he was used to. He figured she'd react eventually… or push it down and forget about it. Lead ahead and make them follow, only to bring it back up later… and talk about her feelings…. ugh…

Hopefully, she will at least put on a show…

So, he waited patiently for the explosion or for nothing at all. Making sure he didn't chip anything from the crash while he waited.

Of all the things...

He didn't expect a gentle laugh to leave her.

One that was pure and sweet. He gazed over to her in surprise as she looked happy all of a sudden. Her eyes were no longer filled with tears…

Just by looking at him…

Her despair wiped away in an instant. He was suddenly enthralled into her next words.

Eliza: "Are you thinking of adding color to them?"

He stares at her blankly, completely thrown for a loop on what she just asked.

Astarion: "...What?..."

Eliza: "You're nails-"

She says pointing to his hands.

He holds them out, palms facing down, looking at them in question. She reaches over and touches his hands gently. The action shocks him, but he lets her continue...

It wasn't forceful or greedy….

There was no pulling or tight grips...

It was kind… and she handled them with care.

Her words leave her softly and tenderly.

Eliza: "You have very nice ones. I think purple or red suits you."

Her words stumped him, he could understand one thing that she meant. She was right, they were always his colors.

...Blood and bruises always looked best on him...

He was told once before…

So it must be true…

They sit there quietly, he somehow enjoys the silence. Along with her touch as she admires his hands. She looks up and gapes at him the moment their eyes meet. Then suddenly her face turns red once more and she pulls away from the touch quickly.

The act shocked him...

The bard looked nervous by his presence; not repulsed by him, upset with him, or thirsty for him like everyone else...

...Just red... and skittish...

Which was a first from his usual experiences...

Especially from ones that he threatened with a knife...

Elizabeth: "I'm sorry. I don't know why I just suddenly grabbed you like that."

So was that… He was used to people touching him with… or without consent...

They never apologized…

Except her…

He was still very confused by her previous statements.

Astarion: "Why would I put color on my nails?"

The Bard only shrugged her shoulders with her reply. As she looked down at her own hands.

Eliza: "Why not? I'm thinking of painting mine black or red… Maybe blue… Either way - I just need to get my hands on some color."

The woman looked almost maniacal, she rubbed her hands together with joyful anticipation. She seemed rather passionate about color.

The sight made him chuckle slightly.

Astarion: "Yeah - that sounds fun and all… But, leave me out of it. I'd rather not get laughed at. I've never seen anyone do that."

Eliza: "That's okay. I can be the first. I don't care if I'm the last, I just want to."

She stood tall, held her head high, and smiled widely at him. This woman keeps making him question her sanity….and slightly his own…

He liked it.

He still had a question raging in his mind as his wet sleeve kept reminding him it was there by its cold touch.

Astarion: "So… I couldn't help but notice. Why are you drenched in water? Your wounds as well, you should heal them… You're bleeding everywhere."

He had a hand pointing to her ankle. It was losing a lot of blood, her entire bandage was soaking and leaking out of it. It's a deep wound. The cuts on her front weren't too deep, but the one on her shoulder was adding to the trail of blood she was leaving behind.

Yet, she completely ignored it…

She didn't even limp on that ankle...

She even used that leg to crush in that creatures skull...

It was certainly why her ankle is bleeding so profusely...

Her face held no traces of pain or discomfort at all even still...

The woman looked down at herself, she then must have realized her appearance. As she gazed back up at the elf and spoke plainly.

Eliza: "My cuts will heal after I rest. We don't have much supply of healing potions and I don't know how capable I am with magic."

She stares at her hands once again, this time she was pondering on her capabilities as she continues.

Eliza: "Who knows what we might face? It's not worth it to risk my energy or our short supply… for cuts. What if an emergency happened? What if you guys get seriously wounded? What if it meant life or death?…"

She looks back up at him with sincerity in her gaze.

Eliza: "My wounds are meaningless if I jump to magic the first chance I get, when there isn't enough for everyone. I shouldn't try to erase them while someone else suffers. What kind of leader would I be if I let my companions die from my weakness? I can and will bleed. I will heal like a normal person. If it will save her life…. or your life… Besides, I might get cool scars with a fun tale to tell for future camp stories! They hardly bother me anyway. And - as for why I'm soaked - I took a morning swim."

Her smile was bright and warm. Her face didn't hold a shred of regret.

His gaze never left this woman, he tried to read her from every word she spoke.

She spoke truthfully, which shocked him…

Astarion: Why would anyone be that selfless for strangers?

She was careless of her own self and selfless towards others, that angered him…

Astarion: Why suffer for others when they wouldnt do the same for you?

Dismissing her own physical pain and suffering…

For others...

that… was impressive… he must admit...

He honestly didn't expect that out of her.

Maybe she wasn't as weak as he thought.

But, doing it for the sake of someone else was a dumb decision…

If it came down to it… he knew his answer.

He would choose his life above hers, without hesitation.

And yet, she would suffer if it meant saving someone else's life…

His life…

Well… if she wants to do it so badly…

Why not let her?

Now he will have double protection, he naturally would protect himself after his newfound freedom.

Maybe, being under the protection of someone who was faithful to others, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

She seemed incapable of betrayal… for now…

---

Eliza's POV

After a long moment he spent in thought he flashes a smile and had a quip at the ready.

Astarion: "In your clothes?"

He said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Eliza laughed. The intensity of his gaze affected her, but she hoped it wasn't noticeable.

Eliza: "OH, trust me - I saved someone from losing their vision by keeping them on."

At first his eyes were wide, like he didn't expect that kind of answer. He looked her up and down.

But, then…

He laughed… The elf genuinely laughed.

His laughter made her heart flutter, his smile brightened her joy.

Astarion: "Hahaha… Tell me you're joking!"

Eliza: "Nope. The day someone sees me naked is the day their eyes fall out of their head."

She said it with a straight face, but secretly didn't mean it as a good thing. She didn't really want anyone to see her naked...

It made her feel vile for some reason...

His head goes back regardless as he laughs even more. He places hand over his mouth as he looks away from her to collect his composure. His light and bubbly laugh made her legs weak.

Astarion: "And here I thought you were a bore - I think I was right to follow you… At least bandage your wounds better so you don't bleed out… We should get moving…. Lead on."

He waved for her to move ahead as a small chuckle leaves him. He had a look that said he was slightly uncomfortable, but he held it together well.

He was either worried about her or he couldn't stand the smell of her blood without having a drop of it.

To him it's a waste of something precious…

So, of course, he wasn't worried about her. It was her blood he cared about.

She knew what he was, but kept it to herself.

He will tell her when he is ready.

She walks on doing just that, letting the butterflies in her stomach calm down as she focuses on her feet. Her heart was beating rapidly still.

How can he do that?

Why is this man so beautiful?!

Eliza could feel eyes on her as they went. Ignoring the feeling, knowing it was the elf.

She didn't want to look back in the chance her body would react once more. So, she continued on their way. The cleric joined them once she spotted them on the move.

Rather than having her body act funny by the sight of him, she kept her eyes ahead. She came around to the other end and the sunlight touched their faces again. Going down a familiar dirt path. Eliza spots a large purple glowing circle, surging with power and energy.

A sigil of magic. Eliza beamed with joy at the sight of it.

It looked like a black hole that would absorb anything in its path - appearing dangerous.

She knew it was safe, so she approached it in her excitement. Surprisingly the closer she got to it, it didn't have a pull at all. Her companions were a little more skeptical as they kept their distance. She felt the erratic surges in the magic, like it was malfunctioning. She reaches out, touching the sigil without a thought. The magic surges from her influence.

Her tadpole feels traces of her companions emotions from the act...

The cleric in a panic, her leader keeps going around touching things she shouldn't….

The rouge in fascination as she blindly walks into possible dangers.

The sigil shocked Eliza with a purple strike of electricity, she barely moved in response. She felt the jolt throughout her body as she looked at her hand.

The feeling wasn't painful, somehow it was exciting!

Electrifying!

She smiles the moment a hand comes flying out of the center of it. She didn't flinch unlike the other two.

Then a voice came from the mysterious hole in the wall.

???: "A hand? Anyone?"

She knew the owner of that hand, it made her silently cheer to herself. She felt like everything was coming together, little by little.

The hand waved for anyone to take it, to release him from this magic prison.

She will free him, there wasn't a doubt in her mind…

but for some reason… A part of her always wanted to do what popped into her head…

Giving in to the impulsive thought.

Ignoring the one that wanted to rip off the hand and hear his agonizing screams….

She reached out and traced her nails across the palm, tickling the hand. The person in the portal jerked from the touch making uncontrollable sounds in a different way.

Gale: "AHAHAHAAAA-"

He swats her hand playfully, pointing at her, waving his finger, and a stern voice shining through. She could tell it came with a smile on his face. Even if she couldn't see it.

Gale: "No - bad! No-no… Heh… Perhaps I should have clarified… A helping hand, please?"

She laughed to herself and enjoyed every second. She has been having the best day so far…

The hand was outstretched once more waiting for a response. She begins to feel a slight connection with the magic from the sigil. She can feel its rage

She then reaches out to that connection. Whispering sweet nothings without forming words, calming it with her soothing hums. The traces of a sweet melody entering the silence. She could feel its rage beginning to calm.

The voice of the man in the portal sounds all too eager after hearing her lovely tune.

Gale: "Whatever is in your melody, it's working wonders! Now a quick little pull should do the trick."

The hand waved around more impatiently. She gave it a grip of her hand and a good pull. It was a tough pull, he slowly came out by the arm. Till suddenly, he pops right out. She didn't realize how close she was standing until it was too late, losing her footing from her weak ankle. She went to the ground and he came down on top of her.

Eliza closed her eyes as her back hit the ground with a thud. She opened her eyes to quite the view. His wide shoulders overlapping hers, his hands and knees steady on the ground as he hovered above her. His hair falling around his face, his eyes were shut and he looked disoriented.

The wizard was a bit too distracted gathering himself; he didn't realize what he landed on.

Until he opened his eyes and gaped at her the moment their eyes met…

But this time… Eliza was calm… Her heart didn't pound and her breathing was steady. She thought very clearly.

In fact, she was starting to feel traces of scenes like this….

Someone on top of her... close to her...

People are laughing… or moaning… enjoying all of her…

Then their screams came not long after….

She banished the thought. Trying to not hold the wizard responsible for any negative emotions. Her body suddenly craved protection and wanted violence in response.

So she distracted herself.

Something else bothered her instead…

This man was a charming wizard and he is a handsome human…

But, she didn't react to him at all like she did with the elf.

Why was Astarion so different?...

The opposite seemed to be going on in the wizard's head. He seemed completely enthralled by her enough to forget he was there for a moment. He caught a glimpse of the open hole in her shirt with the blood and cuts. It was still her exposed chest so it made his cheeks flush...

Suddenly he held a look of realization and he quickly got to his feet. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously and with an awkward smile, as he offered her his other hand.

She gives him a bright smile that erases his from his face. She takes his hand as gazes at her fondly. Takes the moment he has with her hand to shake it as he introduces himself.

Gale: "Oh… heheh… Hello! I'm Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies… I'm usually better at this…. You do know your bleeding, right?"

Eliza smiles even wider if possible, excited to hear his voice and see another friendly face. She bows to him with a hand over her chest.

Her hand grips his firmly for the shake only to become soft in her hold.

Eliza: "Trust me, I'm alright. There is no need for apologies at all. Are you alright?"

She said with a warm smile. He laughed nervously to himself, finally releasing her hand. The wizard almost seemed disappointed to let her gentle touch go.

Gale: "A bit shocked, but friend… It's a relief and pleasure to make your acquaintance as well…"

He said with a goofy smile as he stared into her eyes. She returned a smile, but had nothing else to reciprocate if he wanted anything more…

She wasn't ready for anything…

Deep down she could still feel hands…

all over her…

touching her…

fondling her…

But she didn't want it…

Eyes were looking at her with love or lust…

Only for death to follow…

…

So… She couldn't do it… not with this terrible feeling that everything will end in blood….

Eliza turned her eyes away awkwardly from his gaze as she continued to listen…

Gale: "Say, but I know you, don't I? In a manner of speaking, you were on the nautiloid as well."

Throughout this entire encounter after the wizard landed on top of her, she had this feeling of daggers being stared at her. The back of her head burned from their intense gaze, but she continued.

Eliza: "I was, yes."

Gale: "I can only assume you too are on the receiving end of a rather-"

He gestures of a small thing getting shoved into his eye with his hands.

Gale: "- unwelcome insertion in the ocular region."

Eliza: "Yes, all of us were the lucky ones."

He chuckles at her sarcasm only to turn more serious by the second once he realized she meant everyone there.

Gale: "The insertee we speak of - this parasite - are any of you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation it will turn us into mind flayers? It's a process known as ceremorphosis, and let me assure you: it is to be avoided."

Eliza tried her best… but she couldn't help but chuckle at the sound of his voice. He was super serious but somehow hilarious to her.

Gale: "Laugh while you can, I suppose… You don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance, do you? A doctor? Surgeon? Uncannily adoit with a knitting needle?"

Eliza couldn't respond, she was too busy laughing to herself. Turning her face away and covering her mouth. She was hunched over hoping he wouldn't see how happy she was. His voice and hand gestures were priceless in person!...

In person?...

…

While Eliza got lost in her head for a second, the actual cleric of the group spoke up.

Shadowheart: "You seem to know enough about our condition to realize it is beyond most clerics' skills."

Gale: "Most, no doubt. But I find myself hoping to be in the presence of a few. You don't happen to be one of them?"

He looks back to Eliza when he asks his question. Hoping she would answer it. Eliza finally was back to reality as she spoke plainly.

Eliza: "Nope… Can't say I'm efficient enough to try, I have some medical knowledge. Not enough to do such a task, I'm afraid. I am optimistic though… I feel like ours are different, they aren't normal parasites. Somehow - I know - we will be okay… for now."

The wizard stared at her with curiosity, but it somehow changed to doubt. Taking her smile away in an instant.

Gale: "Your blind hope is so adorable… You got to help me figure out how to be as blissful as you. Ignoring the certain death, and turning into a hideous monster - losing all your free will and memories. You should be terrified, and yet you're still happy and carefree. Whether it's courage or blindness, it's astonishing to say the least-"

Eliza: "I don't know about you… but I refuse to be something I'm not. I'm NOT changing and NEITHER will any of you! I wouldn't wish that on anyone! I will NEVER let anyone or ANYTHING take away my choice again! I am me! I am ELIZA!! I will NEVER be ANYONE - other than ME!!!"

The bard shouted. Her frustration turned to anger, her anger turned to hatred…

For anyone wanting to take away her joy…

Her laughter…

Her life…

They will suffer her rath…

She hoped whoever they were, that they heard and felt her fury…

Which apparently was intimidating considering how all eyes were widely on her.

The wizard decides it's best to avoid that topic as he clears his throat and attempts to calm her instead.

Gale: "O-Okay - I'm sorry, that was ill of me to speak in such a manner. You were very serious. Obviously not blind, just very determined - that was my mistake... But, we still need to at least attempt to remove them. As we've established, few enough can. It's not exactly a common affliction. We most certainly need a healer, and soon too. How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?"

---

Astarion's POV

The entire scene was a rather amusing display...

But also informative…

He never took her for a tickler, or maybe he did…

When Gale landed on top of her, it made him want to gag at the sight.

for some reason…

Normally he was all for watching a show…

But, he couldn't stand the sight…

She looked extremely uncomfortable…

Which made it worse all of a sudden...

Once they were to their feet, the man couldn't stop staring at her...

What was so special about her to make him look at her like that?

She does have a nice face...

A perfect body...

Just the right amount of curves...

Yes - she was covered in wounds and a little exposed...

So that made her all the more appealing, just by scent and sight alone...

It also made him very hungry though...

She was no more than food wasting away in front of him...

But even still... the bard didn't change much...

She was still strong... still kind...

She was warm to everyone, it wasn't just Astarion that was special in the end...

Everyone deserves her warmth apparently...

It could be an act...

But then again... Who would go around and say such things and not mean them?

He has not once detected a lie in her voice when they talk. She was straightforward and honest or a very good liar.

It could be a performance...

Bards were tricksters after all...

The rogue never trusted them, they could easily fake their emotions just as well as he could...

But... not this bard it seems...

Her emotions are easy to read when he stood close enough to look.

The wizard manages to make her smile and laugh for a little while…

Even with her smile, she was actually troubled…

The man ended up saying the wrong thing at the worst time...

Looks like she finally snapped under enough pressure from ignoring her real emotions…

There are definitely certain topics that change her into a whole different person. She turns from a sweet and gentle being to a vicious viper.

She has been more and more of a mystery every moment spent around her.

But finally, some part of her became easy to read.

This was familiar territory for him…

Her face held anger… yet terror…

Her voice was full of fury… and pain…

Her presence became deadly…

but he could see her fear…

Her agony…

Her display of strength was hiding the anguish she had suffered…

He could see her body trembling… He could smell it too… her fist so tight her sharp nails drew blood… More of her sickeningly sweet blood fills his nostrils and makes his mouth water.

Watching her waste it all, irked him.

He was surprised she was standing…

That's twice she's been affected like this, and both times it was because of the threat to her freedom…

Her choices…

Of someone or something taking away her body…

Her mind…

All of her…

She's deadly afraid to lose it all.

To lose the freedom she finally got to have…

Maybe this woman wasn't so different from him…

It's probably safe to say he knew that look all too well…

He imagined that's how he looked too…

When someone did things that can't be forgotten…

That happened to her too…

Someone did something she can never let go… or many more…

Many could have given her the torture and horrors of what pain really felt like.

Embedded it inside of her forever…

If not for her mind to remember….

Her body and soul never forgot…

Even if he can't physically see the scars, he can see the physiological damage that had been made in the aftermath…

This girl might be more trouble than she's worth… but he kinda liked it…

He was excited to see what she would do next.

The elf was hoping she would tell him to leave after upsetting her.

But, she was still kind hearted. The Bard would let him stick around.

Eliza: "Of course, we will be setting up a camp nearby. We haven't scouted for a place yet… Do you mind lending a hand on the search? I think there is somewhere else I need to be before the day is over."

That did surprise him….

She accepted his aid…

But sent the poor wizard on the hunt for their place to rest for the night…

When he obviously wanted to join her…

How cruel and efficient.

She piqued his interest more and more.

---

Eliza's POV

The daggers didn't go away, if whoever had their eyes on her stared any harder the gaze would burn through her head by now.

Who was it?

Shadowheart?

Why would it be Astarion?

She tried to ignore her desire to confront those eyes, but she had a conversation to finish. The wizard looked pretty disappointed by the news. Her little friend was too weak to read emotions at the moment. Even her vision was getting blurry.

She was hungry and drained… maybe all too literally.

She would appreciate it if the wizard would at least do that for her. She didn't even know where to begin to look. He gives her an odd look, and hesitates to use his words. Careful to not anger her further…

Gale: "What a… excellent plan… Good to have shelter while you gather food and aid for our perilous journey. I'll be searching the area, and meet you at camp then. Fare the well-"

The wizard bows, takes her hand, gives it a small pek, and looks up to her with a dashing smile.

Gale: "-Eliza."

Eliza gave him a smile, while it was appreciated, she felt nothing from it. As she watched him walk off.

He waved back to her with a smile. Shouting out so she could hear him.

Gale: "I'll figure out a way to help you find me later!"

She smiles and nods as they continue on with their adventure.

She takes on the trail, knowing exactly what she needs to find next…

Or rather - who.

Hopefully the warrior won't be too upset for taking so long…