Back at the village ... Aida couldn't help but panic. She was sitting in a dark corner, trembling like she was in ice. Scratches were all over her arms, her legs, her neck and stomach. This power ... so frightening. Her master ... maker! So powerful! She gave a small yelp in surprise as a bird bunked against the small window. It flew away swiftly. She felt guilt and wavered on about her memories.

Assassinations. Killing off families without remorse. Taking life without a moment's hesitation. Rendered down kingdoms and tortured the King's families and Councils. All of it in a thousand years. So many bloody innocents were marked for her, to her. She would be cast into eternal damnation whenever someone would have her head.

She shriveled more, trying to calm her rapid breathing. Sweat rolled down her face, caking her thin dark hair to her soft cheeks. Aida wanted to get up but she was too weak. She hadn't fed in WEEKS. Her hunger was there, yes, but somehow it wasn't even bothering to take control.

How can the past be so cruel? Yet ... why would her Master do this to her? And for what?! Her body raged but Aida took control. She clenched her hands together, the ends of her nails piercing her flesh about her wrists. She couldn't feel pain, it wasn't there! That frightened her even more. Was she the same monster, that General, she was before? Just quieter and subtle? Oh god ... she couldn't think it. It was too horrible to see blood scatter her mind. Bodies lingering about at her feet. Fire licking away and consuming everything in its path. Her blade swiftly slicing away at raw live flesh. Children, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles. EVERYBODY! Was her master that bloodthirsty? It was the solution she came to. It was her Master's fault. HIS fault. To be such an Ancient that he was .. often being targeted by many. Demons, Half-Breeds, his own kind, 'Shifters. Other Kings that have survived her massacring endeavor. Sons of the fallen kings ...

Aida cried. She didn't want this anymore. She was left alone ... again ... to face her sins. Her shoulders sagged up and down as she sobbed uncontrollably. Her head ached more than enough, it was hard to blink. Her quiet cries echoed throughout the empty room she was in. The cracking rays of sunlight beaming down onto the creaking boards. Aida could perfectly see dust floating about. The door ... was right there. She thought of escaping. To die in the wilderness as all organic beings should. To be claimed by its maker only to regenerate when the time came.

But no ... Master would know. He was powerful to her. Powerful like a god. A bloodthirsty god despite his calm demeanor.

She dismissed the thought and closed her eyes despite the pain. Sobbing quietly, she waited for her Master's return ...