“The goddess of violent death.”

“Yes, Cer in a foolish gesture engaged LaSabelle resulting in her pricking her finger on Cers lavender Cyprus crown.”

“LaSabelle was she poisoned?”

“Worse, “Urena says.

“One touch from Cers crown caused her spirit to darkened. With conscience absent from mind she held all three of her children under water stilling their hearts. When her mind returned overcome with grief she stilled her own heart all done at the expense of Cers amusement. Her spirit lingered between worlds hoping to seek vengeance against Cer when opportunity presented itself she removed the life from three of Cers seven daughters resulting in Cer banishing her soul from the afterlife forever. Held between worlds with no place to rest legend has it she sought refuge here amongst the lavender Cyprus trees the same poisonous flowers that rest upon Cers crown. Consumed by pain she captures the souls of all living things still eclipsed by her grief.”

“If this is such a place why are we here?”

“It is here where we will find what it is needed to heal your friend.”

“And what is that?”

“N’Schelle a powerful yet potent healing root once consumed it heals from within the inside.”

“If such a root exist amongst the trees how would it be acquired without us vanishing into thin air like the sheep?”

“We cannot obtain such a thing but Ate can.”

“No, “Urena manages to say.

“No, Urena you must not speak you are not well.”

“Your majesty I am not however I will not partake of the root.”

“Are you mad without it you will die!”

“You’re majesty when Gaia entrusted me with your life it was at that moment I welcomed my fate whether it be life or death.” A sickening feeling washed over Alice as she knew immediately what Urena was trying to convey to her.

“Urena, please you know not what you speak!”

“But I do, I was to bring you to Natticulus by any means as promised I have completed such task.”

“You speak absent from mind we are nowhere near Natticulus how could you complete such task when we still have so far to go!?”

“Taking the N’Schelle would defy the wishes of the Gods and my fate your mistaken your majesty look around you I have led you to Natticulus.”