[Crystal Heart]

The prospect of the entire night was too much for Crystal to handle, especially another assasination attempt. She grabbed a napkin and sobbed, not knowing what else to do.

She consoled herself quickly then looked up. She was angry. She hated being tricked. She got up quickly and reached up into her skirt and produced her small dagger that she had been carrying within her boot, but couldn't wear in the delicate shoes that she had been given to wear.

"Even if he didn't deserve to die, there wasn't anything else we could do. He would have killed us all if he hadn't been stopped," Crystal said as she went over to Maen. She looked her over, the poor woman before her was covered in blood.

"This blood isn't yours is it Maen?" Crystal asked her worriedly. It was everywhere. She hadn't seen so much blood since the day her father killed Arty right in front of her then sneered at her screams of horror. But that was a long time ago and it was clear that Maen wasn't dying in any way, but the sight itself disturbed Crystal more then any thing. Maen shook her head no, relieving Crystal from her fears. She stood up and turned away.

She could usually stand the sight of blood, of nasty bruises, of deep wounds that showed bone and muscle. Yet at this moment she couldn't handle any of it. She had no idea why. She knew she wasn't sick to her stomach, but her eye sight started becoming fuzzy. Before she knew what was happening she started to fall. In her mind she thought she was still standing and didn't realize the darkness that was overtaking her.