Cyr blinked, continuing to walk through the forest. As if he was in a dream, slowly the memories were beggining to merge. He couldn't... Who... Who was he? How? If he could only get a hold...
The confused telepathic rubbed his forehead, trying to focus his thoughts before looking over his shoulder. A shade-like figure was strangling Nel, that's all he knew. Whispered voices began to fly into his head.
Let 'im kill her! A malicous, male voice said. N-No! You have to save her! A softer, female voice desperateley asked. Thi-This is horrible! Another wailed in his head. He spun on his heel, his eyes were faintly glowing white as he took a few steps towards the apperation, as Niola flew past him.
"Let her go." He seemed to order, clenching his fists.
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