I was stabbed.... a most unusual feeling thought it hardly lasted long. Before I knew it I was back in the waiting room, waiting. It seemed a bit brighter this time and once more nothing was there for a long time. It seemed like years until Selk'Tar'Oth came to me. She sauntered to me and crosses her arms, looking down at me shaking her head.
"You are trouble..." she said to me.
"Yes, you give me more trouble though I am sure." I replied.
"No... I have curbed my wants to respect to you and what I have seen of your... friends. We made an agreement, we will keep to it as long as you uphold your end of the deal."
I looked at her in confusion shaking my head, "But you have not even told me what that is."
"One knows, that is all that is required." she grinned at me, bending down to meet my gaze as her fingers traced over my curling creeping tattoos. "Have you ever looked closely at these? Do you remember ever receiving them? Do you remember anything about them?" she asked knowingly.
I looked down and shook my head, "You control my subconscious and my memories... you can only tell me what is truth, what I remember, what my past is... even if you twist it to your whim."
She cackled and let her long fingers curl around my hand. "Have one of those metal men look at you more closely, then you might have a lead." she chittered and suddenly tugged my hand. She fiercely pulled my hand into herself and again I was met with light and breath. In my head lingered, "Your knight needs you."
I opened my eyes to again see my reviver, Denenthorn standing over me. My head is swimming still... I remember the assault and I have handled it the way I do, by not showing anything.
However, an attack is not so uncommon, what is uncommon is that there was no known motive... all we have of any lead is a plastic rose... I fear this will be difficult to solve.