Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140601175815/@comment-24685738-20140603000306

Isis lay on her bed, crying her eyes out.

Cyrus was her brother, her first friend, the one she could talk to...

And now he was gone.

Possibly dead, as Aratius probably wouldn't care for his wounds.

She hadn't even taken off her wedding dress, but she began to drift off into an uneasy rest, dreaming of torture, and Cyrus, and occasionally, Jaryl.