Taranis sat on a hilltop overlooking the lands where he would have been born had things gone differently. Fog drifted across the meadow below and through the forests beyond, lending a certain ethereal beauty, though some apparently considered such days to be gloomy. He came here often to think when on Earth and it relaxed him.
His reverie was shattered by a sudden sense of panic from Astoria. Before she came into his life, such as it was, panic and many other basic human experiences were foreign concepts to him. Taranis traveled swiftly through the spirit world toward her, arriving just in time to see the woman who had taught him the meaning of love being drained of life. In that moment, unable to manifest physically in this world, Taranis McKairin came to understand a new feeling: helplessness.
Louis sat and waited. He was watched the window like he longed for the sun to come through it. Maharet had returned and Marius was running after her. He could hear what they were saying, or rather what Marius was saying.
I remained calm in my small inadequate prison. 24 hours..a few hours have passed now I know. I could feel him coming. David. He was such a bore. A handsome one..but a bore none the less. He presented “gifts” to me. My brothers sword, that both pissed me off and scared the shit out of me. My beloved Isonu… he was so young… helpless against them. Venora. Poor Venora she was still newborn! And my little niece… Naomi. No I cannot let this happen. I felt rage when seeing Helen and Astoria. I watched zeeke brutally murder Helen. They took Astoria away. No, I can’t let her be harmed. She was family. We loved her. At the sight of my children’s belongings I shattered. No, not my children. 
David carried a small, long chest with him as he entered the room holding Merida. Smiling without humor, he nodded to her as means of greeting while he circled her prison once. Eyes, alight with cruel intentions never broke away from hers. He radiated malice and with barely a sound he placed the chest upon the table in the room.