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You wanted to help her. You really did. Though it seemed like everything that you should be afraid of was standing on that stage.

“You’re right,” you confided to Ligeia as you wrestled amongst the crowds.

“Then let’s go, we’ve got work to do,” she replied, taking you by the hand to ensure you didn’t get lost as you two fought your way against the tide.

Neither of you stopped until you reached a wide open lakefront, which abruptly signified the end of your journey. You both had a lot to think about, so you wouldn’t have minded if you went further.

“I’m not sure if I’m able to do this,” you muttered as your legs slowly guided you along the wooden pier. “I’m just here to find my sister, I can’t help you with this power struggle you have going on.”

Ligeia must have taken offence to how you worded that, for her actions were deliberate after that. She called your name from behind, and before you could even veer your head around enough to face her , her fist came crashing down upon your cheek.

“Power struggle? The shit!” Ligeia shouted as she watched you fall to the ground in a pairing of pain and surprise.

“You have no idea what’s at play here,” she barked, then sent another furious fist your way. You were ready for this one though, catching her arm as she swung and pulling, sending her down onto the wooden planks alongside you. You had always gotten the impression that this woman wasn’t your biggest fan for whatever reason, but now it was all coning to light.

“Are you forgetting that you threw me into this hell? I never asked for this you miserable bitch,” you shouted, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

You rolled over so that you mounted her body on the ground, your fists raised, ready to fight.