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[Bailos]

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For the first time in nearly two months, Bailos began to stir again. The chase had died down, Sanctus was a memory...and now a true test for his followers; whether or not they would remain faithful to the truth he planted in their minds. But first. It was time to take care of a pesky girl.

One of the obvious advantages to being one with nothingness, is that its incredibly easy to disappear. Shaking the sleep off of his mind, Bailos willed himself back into a solid state and awoke from his hiding place in a river bed outside of Trinsic. Calmly lifting his arms up and moving loose the sediment and mud deposited on top of him, be began to clear himself out. With slow deliberate steps, he walked up the bank of the river and calmly stood near a tree and magically transported himself to the ice-hole he called "home".

In traditional fashion, he found himself welcomed by the frozen wastes of Caina and a vicious wind-storm allowing him maybe 30 yards of visibility. Just enough to see the front steps of his tower estate which he had spent nearly 4 months away from.

Using a concealed entrance, he made his way in from the back of the basement. Taking note of the food stores left and the barrles which had been opened, he pleasantly assumed that Sadira...or 'Mary Anne' as he has led her to believe...was still alive and well.

Musing on the subject of Sadira's health and well being he stopped at a table in the corner of the room...a section he had some to call "his little chemistry set". A moment's inspiration took root and he expertly threw together a pinch of this, a dash of that, a tablespoon of so-and-so...when the mixture was complete, he loaded a siringe and made special effort to conceal it in his sleeve.

Trudging up the steps he put on his best, straight face. Sadira had pulled a rather large office chair across the room and placed it near the fireplace, covered herself with a heavy polar bear skin and decided to take a nap. Taking his place near the side of the chair, he put a hand on Sadira's shoulder and shook her very lightly. Slowly her eyes opened to see "Brother Gregory" back! It was as if he'd risen from the dead! Her eyes lit up and she shot up to give him a warm hug, as if a daughter were seperated from her father.

When her embrace was met with little response, she looked up concerned.

"Gregory? Wh...Where have you been? What's...wrong?"

Without a word Bailos lifted his arms to hug her back. Holding her close he lifted up his left arm and let the siringe slide out. Manuevering, he lifted up the hair from the side of her neck and injected the sedative. With a whimper of pain, Sadira didnt even have time to look up before she felt her conciousness fading.

Leaning down to her ear, Bailos whispered...
"It's not a lethal dose."

And he let her fall to the ground with a thud.

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She wakes what could have easil been days later, alone, inside what seems to be a tent. The tent flap parts and a small woman with curly brown hair comes into focus and with a thick Romanian accent, "Here my child. This letter was left with you."

It reads:
Mary Anne,

Your life is a lie. I regret what I had to do to you, but it was time to set things right. I have returned you to your place of origins. These are your people, whether you realize it or not. In time, I hope the memories come to you. It was not my place to try to introduce you into a society and culture to which you did not belong. For that I am truly sorry. Your mother is a good woman, learn well from her.

Forgive me,
Brother Gregory