[Athilea Majiri]

Rose opened her eyes to be confroted by a smothering darkness. Her body ached from laying on the chill floor of a stone tomb. There was no time for her to register the sarcophigas style of her prison. No room was left in her mind to analize her situation. All she was able to notice were the nightmarish effects of whatever concoction had been injected into her neck. She could feel where something had been inserted into her neck, but barely noticed the slight pain.

From the darkness faces had began to emerge, the images of peopel that had once been her unfortunate victims. The girls already shattered sanity began to panic and she beat her bare hands against the top of her tomb. Each strike hurt, but the pain she ignored. She did not even take her normal pleasure in the sensation as the side of her fist split open on the stone. Seeping into her mind were voices. These voices different then what she had grown accustomed to. The anger and hatred of these were directed at the only living thing in that terrible darkness, her.

A strangled scream tore itself from her throat as the voices bagered her mind. The ghosts that flitted in and out of sight were visible only to her eyes, their taunting heard only by hear ears. Her hands moved from beating the lid to scraping on it, slowly digging furrows into the stone. The nails on her fingers broke off one by one until it was just skin being ripped from her thin fingers. After what seemed an eternity of this her movements ceased and she stared into the eyes of her first victim.

Her sisters gaze was dull, glassy and still filled with a sense of betrayal. The corpse reached out to her, a small silver dagger clutched in her hand. The blade was plunged into Rose's stomach. The elf gased as her own warm blood oozed from the wound and onto her hand. The visage shited irratically between those mutilated victims she could remember. Each time is settled on one another cut, or act of mutilation was carried out. Soon she was laying in a pool of her own blood.

Her ears were ringing from the sound of her own screams in the inclosed space. The madness in her mind was so chaotic that she had begun to switch between the two personalities that resided there in an attempt to escape her fate. This did nothing to ease her mental of physical anguish. Silver gleamed eerily in the glow of her green eyes as she blade was lowered to one of her hands. Without realizing what she was doing the blade was pushed slowly through flesh and bone until the finger was completely removed. This was repeated several times and she could see the enjoyment her imaginary tormentor took from this revenge on her flesh.

After an eternity of this madness the personalities, Rose and Athilea, began to merge. The deranged elf could no longer seperate herself, no longer knew who she was. Eventually the images faded and she laid staring at the other side of her tomb. She trembled from the cold and from the shock of blood loss. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of confusion, both sides of her being seeming to arugue. It didn't take long for her shattered sanity to be destroyed even further. The dagger was raised, it's gory tip bit delicately into her skin. An agony filled scream bubbled from her bloodied lips as she moved it down to cut a strip of skin away. She was determind to find her true face.

This motion was repeated several times until her last shakey breath was exhaled and a last hysterical shriek echoed around her grave. The glow of her eyes darkened, they became glassy as they stared dull and lifeless as the opposite side of her final prison. Her blood and gore covered dagger was still clutched in one hand, a bit of the skin she had peeled from her face in the other. The pool of blood spread until her heart stopped pumping it out, and pale red hair was drapped over her face, concealing most of it from view.