Love... I don't have time for it. I grip my chest. I have to die soon. I want to die. I have lived... no, rotted on this world for too long. I just want an end to my suffering.  I can feel the darkness pounding me. All I want to do is end my life. I have to. Yet... I look at Vax. Something, or rather someone is tethering me down. I can't exactly explain it. Is this love?

"Ugh! Why aren't we there yet?" Scanlan whines.

"Sh. How many times do I have to tell you to keep your fucking voice down?" I ask.

"Calidain is right, we have to be silent." Keyleth says.

I nod at her. At least someone is smart, at least smarter. Something scurries past her and she screams louder than thunder. We all look at her. Grog then yells. I pool my blood magic out. Perhaps I was wrong.

"Idiots." Percy sighs.

Vex sighs. I slap myself. 

"Were we not all supposed to scream?" Grog asks.

"I have to say, thank you for yelling louder than thunder so I can prepare for your arrival." I hear. 

I look around. That voice! The one that has been inside my head. The one spoken that day. The one who turned me into this freak. I don't know where it's coming from. I don't know who is even speaking. The shadows all fall back like the tide. I look around. We're in a ruin of an old city. Vax draws his daggers. Old torches light up. I see the dagger floating in the center in the clutches of an angelic statue.

"It took you long enough to at last heed my call." The voice says.

The statue transforms into a monster, surprisingly. Grog, Keyleth, and Pike scream. I see the shape mushroom. Glowing eyes open. A creature wrapped in a cape- kind of Dracula. Hands of fire. It looks up at us.

"Uh... hi?" Keyeth waves her hand.