As they walk through the baren halls slowly each member feels anxious, after everything that had happened could they trust these empty halls or even the man that led them through it. The halls were lightened only by a few dim lights sparsely spread out, as if to keep anyone unfamiliar with them disoriented.

Hamund stared at Ken through bursts of light he was able to keep a close watch. Hamund was hoping Ken would make a mistake, one slip and that would give him all the excuses he needed to kill the man who tried to turn his crew against him.

Hamund’s distain for Ken grew with every passing light but so to did his uneasiness. The halls although not isolated created a feeling of loneliness only visited briefly by glimpses of those ahead. Hamund found himself questioning whether Ken was still leading or if it was merely his mind playing into the feeling of uneasiness.

Admadra raced through the halls only slowing once in the small wells of light. As Admadra paced through the darkness she began to hear voices of a little girl.

“I know your hiding in the dark!” the voice could be heard shouting.

Admadra surveyed the area surrounding her before telling herself “It is all in my head.”

As Admadra approached another well of light she seen a girl small and frail the girl had a sickly stature with auburn hair. Admadra froze in shock as she seen herself staring back at her. Admadra approached the girl cautiously, once she stood in front of her she crouched down with one knee on the ground and stared into her deep blue eyes.

Admadra felt guilt rush through her body followed by a cold chill. As she looked into the girls eyes she found herself wiping away tears.

Before Admadra could say anything to the girl she smelled the sweet aroma of tree sap and heard the songs of birds and crickets rush around her.

The girl looked at her and began to scream before running away crying “Stay away, Monster!”

Admadra found herself in a forest lit by the moons dim light. The tops of the trees seemed to touch the sky and the floor of the forest was engulfed in fog. Admadra felt restless in this forest but she couldn’t remember why.

She called for the girl to return but was answered by empty winds and the eerie songs of the night life that called this forest home. As she passed through the walls of fog she was overcome with a feeling of restlessness and uncertainty.

Admadra remembered these woods and this night, but she was unsure of why. Could this be just another Deja vu moment or could this be a memory spiked by her distrust for the darkness. Just as Admadra pondered these ideas she heard a clash of voices rippling from the forest ahead of her.

The voices were complete opposites of each other. One was the same sickly voice she had heard before, the other was a loud wrathful voice. As Amadra approached the voices the fog began to clear around the source as if the winds from their shouting ripped open the wall of fog.

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Admadra seen the same sickly girl from before being demoralized by a tall stout man.

Admadra rushed towards the girl shattering the brush under her feet with every passing step. Admadra’s attempts to reach them seemed fruitless, no matter how fast she ran they always remained just out of reach.

Admadra heard the little girl beg the man “Please dad, take me home I don't like it here.”

The man stood firm and in a furious tone stated “You are no daughter of mine!”

Admadra fell to her knees as she watched the man push the girl to the ground and stand above her.

As the man towered over the girl Admadra found herself crying the same words as the girl “Please, you don’t have to do this. I’ll run away, I will leave you and mom for good.”

The man's anger boiled over into him straddling the girl as he Pummeled her with an onslaught of punches and began shouting “I make sure you never return.”

The girls voice cried out for help losing strength with each hit. Admadra begged the man to stop knowing no matter how hard she tried she wouldn’t be able to save that little girl. As Admadra helplessly watched the girl be beaten she remembered the feeling that she felt that night. That urge to fight back but the helpless fear of what could happen if she was to anger her father more. It was a dark feeling to know that this man would end her life but still need that sense of approval from him.

Admadra felt a gripping pain around her chest strengthening with every hit she took. The sound of each hit colliding with the girl rung out like thunder cracking through the sky as if she had angered Thor himself. As the girl found herself on the brink of death she had wondered if it was her father that had angered Thor and not her. She pleaded with the gods to send a savior, but each hit made that hope die, slowly.

The forest began to fade as Admadra found herself struggling to breathe. As everything faded to darkness, a loud bang could be heard echoing throughout the black. Suddenly the punches stopped, and the image of the forest returned but now it was the man who laid on the brush and Admadra who stood above him. The man pleaded with her “Please don’t do this, I am your father.”

Admadra watched as tears fell from her cheeks colliding with the ground. As she stood above him, she asked “Did that stop you that night?”

The man looked around frantically hoping someone would come save him, but he was alone. He pleaded with her “I was drunk!”

Before he could say anymore Admadra shouted over him “I was your child! You were supposed to protect me!”

Admadra watched as her father wiggled on the ground searching for anything to help him. She smiled as he visibly lost all hope and she asked him “You know what’s fucked up, I know what you're thinking. Why you? How did you end up in this situation? Where did you go wrong? Well for once we can agree your biggest mistake was having me, and your second was not killing me that night.”

Admadra sits down next to her fathers dying corpse and say’s “I remember when I was young, and I asked you why we still fought in wars even though we had everything we ever needed. Do you remember what you had told me.”

The man tries to reply but all that can be heard is gurgling as he chokes on his blood. As his blood pours out Admadra runs her finger through it and wipes some of it across her forehead.

“You said a utopia is built on a foundation of bodies and painted in blood.”

Admadra stared up at the red moon as she begins to regain control of her breathing.

Hamund’s voice can be heard ringing out as he begs “Come back to me! I can’t lose you!”