Tony
Slowly but surely things within Thyseer's castle had begun to slow down. Pain still rang in many of the guests heads, common and noble alike. Nevertheless, the stampedes of terrified people had turned into collections of guests either leaving the ballroom or watching the many royalty that surround Caleesi as she struggled with gaining consciousness once more. Guards of gold, white and purple surrounded the royalty, ensuring no one stepped too close. A knight returned to Princess Delsandra, reporting that Galadriel's Eye had remained untouched by whatever terrifying event had just happened and that it was now being guarded closely.

Those that had surrounded Caleesi; Astalios, Corinthian, Dhakashira and Lysanthir who was holding her up would see nothing truly had changed in the she-elf. Still, she convulsed. Still, she remained unconscious. Queen Ashira's attempt to heal her would do little to help, as her magic would simply cease to exist as it touched Caleesi. It was as if a metaphorical barrier laid upon the she-elf's skin, causing any magic that attempted to invade her body to become null. 

Within the Grandmistress' mind, the images of her vision would flash more rapidly with each passing second. It would become a blur barely recognizable by even that of a vampire, one that eventually would drive *Anyone* Mad. Caleesi's mind would feel as if a painful weight had set itself upon her, until finally the images gave way for complete and utter darkness. Within that darkness was no light, but a voice. One of a calm and protective nature, feminine in sound. Repeating the last few words of what all had heard at Sorevelle, Caleesi would awaken after it had finished.

*"-only united...-"*

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As Astalios attempted to aid in some way as well, Caleesi would stop moving just as the metal had come into contact with her. Her body stopped convulsing, and a jerk stirred her awake, almost as if her mind was consciously coming back to her body. Only mere seconds later, the she-elf would finally awaken.
Farah
Within the disorderly frenzy of the Thyseer castle, peace had been completely stripped away from a night meant for celebration. Tumultuous screams and stampedes continued long after the sinister message was forced into everyone's head, sending many innocent bystanders to the floor. In the middle of the ballroom, Lysanthir was still shielding Caleesi from panicked individuals- hoping their unawareness wouldn't land a heel or point of a boot to her head. However, as time passed and the royals had brought the roaring crowds to a halt– Aids and healers could finally work their way through them to help those in need. Time had passed so slowly in the real world for Lady Scarleth. Her delicate features permanently frozen in a state of slumber as her head and neck were cradled by the strong embrace of the Law Master. It was blatantly obvious by the awakening of the other three royals that whatever magic held them under had worn off... So surely Caleesi would awaken too, right? Looking upon the woman's face, one would begin to see the faint muscles twitching, her skin freezing over as cold as ice. 
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On the inside of Cali's mind, it became much more than just a series of visions that played out in her head. Again and again, the grandmistress found herself back where she had started. Waking in a pile of snow, surrounded by a field of frozen blood. It's bright crimson texture burned into Scarleth's eyes upon each awakening– Making her almost hallucinate in her vision of red. Each time Caleesi would go through the motions, she noticed that they would speed up faster each time. *Snow, rabbit, blood, fire, eye.* Over and *Over* And over again. Each replay sped quicker than the last, although the fast pace visions did not show mercy with just how gruesome they'd become. The snow felt heavier, the blood pouring higher each time. Caleesi's eyes stirred wildly to catch up with the hare as it practically floated its way across the blood soaked path- its body exploding in a tear of guts and bodily fluid that would splatter against the elf's skin harshly. Making Cali retort in a harrowing shriek.
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Seconds never fully registered with the sorceress as she was plunged into the void of an extraterrestrial universe, looking down onto her world that would burn nearly a thousand times over. The flesh that peeled from once loving and compassionate hands brought a sense of terror and despair. Round and round Caleesi went. In and out of each vision like a carousel stuck in a rapid motion. As the high elf tried to fight against the current of magic corrupting her mind, it only seemed to push back ten fold. The snow would soon bury her upon arrival, frostbite coating around her fingers and toes. Coiling it's way up her skin in an unfathomable pain that penetrated her bones deep inside. Crawling her way from the self made pit, bloodcurdling screams rang into Cali's ears–Both human and animalistic– deafening her from her own throaty cry for help. As her body was ripped from plane to plane, flashing in and out of pure white and red energy, Caleesi felt as though her skin was melting just like the hands she bore witness to. Her own hands clung to her scalp, tugging at the thick tresses on her head all the while her neck whipped around from the magic sucking her back into yet another vision.
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Within the confines of her mind, Cali suffered greatly. Her internal pain showing on the outside through aggressive spasms that would leave poor Lysanthir to hold onto Lady Scarleth even tighter. Those around her who would come to lay their hands upon the elf could feel the unrelenting cold that now coated her skin. It was unnatural, painful even. But as the King attempted to help his councilor, a violent jerk overtook Caleesi. Her eyes finally ripping open. Like a corpse resurrecting, the high elf took in a deep inhale of air. Followed by the wry, muffled yell of a cry. Pushing herself upright,Scarleth's eyes remained wide with fear as she took in those around her, not fully registering the faces that surrounded her. Tears lined Caleesi's vision so much so that even as she did begin to see the familiar features, like that of Astalios, she simply couldn't look long enough before bursting into a sob. Many jumbled words fell from her lips, though none of them seemed to make full sense. Only the words "*Only United*".
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Nevertheless, through the woman's panicked state, she finally registered the tight sensation clinging around her body. Whipping her head around to meet Lysanthirs face, Caleesi's breath rose and fell quickly from her chest. She had enough understanding to know something had happened to her outside of her own mind, and by the looks of it, Lord Olagwyen had stayed with her through it all. Pulling her quivering bottom lip into her mouth, Cali held onto the Law Master's worried gaze, her own melting into a sense of dread and relief all at the same time. A lump began to swell within the sorceress throat, those visions still present in her mind. Before Lady Scarleth would let her emotions be seen by everyone however, she quickly dove her face into the chest of the High Lord, shoulders trembling as she cried for all she had seen...

Pulling her hands up to hide her face even more, Caleesi focused on the heavy scent of Lysanthir. His strong but subtle musk was the only thing able to bring her comfort from the sights and smells of such a vivid nightmare. How embarrassed the young elf felt for crying, especially into someone she had just managed to make amends with. Regardless, the grandmistress was still in shock, settling into the realization that she was back into her own reality.
Althea
To say Lysathir was overwhelmed would be one hell of an understatement.

Screaming and crying of those around him, the pain from the vision, King Astalios's booming bell and voice, Delsandra's screams for her sister, Dhakashira and Corinthian finding him and Caleesi as she fell deeper into whatever hell held her captive. The man had begun to tremble even, but not out of fear or worry or anger, but out of sheer nerves alone. It was too much, this night. It had proven to be far too much for the vampire, but he'd remain where he was and damn anyone who dared try and move him. Holding onto the Grandmistress, Lysanthir desperately attempted to wake her. Dhakashira and Corinthian had made their way over, and for barely a second the vampire's eyes flashed a blood red, the anxiety in his eyes betraying his steely expression.

Before the Law Master could speak, his queen attempted to heal the woman that laid in his arms, her spasms only causing him to hold on tighter. Why had she not woken up? What was holding her under for so long? Would she never waken again? It was only then did Lysanthir realize Dhakashira's attempt at healing Caleesi seemed to take no effect. Through his own hands, the vampire tried as well, but the feeling of his magic dying as it touched her skin made his heart sink. Then, Astalios descended from above, the words shared between he and everyone around them falling deaf on Lysanthir's ears. All he could hear was Caleesi's breathing, how panicked and sporadic it had become. For a moment, he looked to his queen, his eyes begging her to do something. *Anything.*

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The feeling of Caleesi being moved however sent Lysanthir's body into a protective fit, though he refused to say the hundreds of thoughts coursing through his mind. *'Why move her?! Why aren't you helping her?! Don't touch her!'* Breathing shakily, he'd simply have to allow the royalty to make the decisions. Especially Astalios, given Caleesi was one of his councilors after all. He had every right to make any decision he wished to for or about her when she was in such a state. The vampire looked to the iron king, but rather than the anger and confusion he held in his eyes before, they were filled with worry. As the king worked his literal magic to start moving Caleesi, Lysanthir felt a change in the woman's body. A jerk caused he himself to jump slightly, uncertainty plaguing his expression.

As Caleesi came to, her scream caused Lysanthir's hold on her to tighten slightly. Lysanthir felt a tidal wave of relief course through his body, even through her panic. What the hell had happened to her? His question would have to wait for later, as the poor she-elf had begun speaking uncontrollably, her words not making any sense. He caught a bit, but as Lysanthir opened his mouth to speak Caleesi had thrown herself into his chest. Her sobs caused a pit to grow in the man's stomach, one that ached to make her pain go away and to calm her down. Unsure of what to do, Lysanthir simply embraced her for a moment before looking upwards to King Dilitrios. It was obvious now was not the time for this, something Lysanthir was well aware of, but she was hysterical.

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"We need to get her out of here. All four of you-" Lysanthir's eyes darted over to Delsandra to ensure she knew who he was speaking to, "-should be looked over by a healer." Pausing for a moment, he looked back down to Caleesi who was doing his best to hide in his chest. "-Or a priest for that matter." The whispers and gasps of guests caused Lysanthir's rage to flare once more, his angered voice appearing in his queen's mind. His gaze soon followed his words to meet Dhakashira's eyes. *"Do these damned people have nothing better to do than stare?!"*