Jonathon
I could tell the day Alicia took the potion. She would usually mope about, expressing anguish and arguing with her mother, or sometimes, she could even be seen comforting Iris. But this Alicia. She did none of those things. She sat, and she stared. She had no interest in anything. She was unresponsive towards her mother, towards Iris, she merely existed in a given space at a given time. It was like a botched lobotomy. A month later, Alicia hung herself. I honestly don’t know how she could have, given the apathy she held towards well, all of it really. I didn’t even get a chance to properly mourn her or say goodbye. I still have no idea where Marian put her body.
I traveled the extent of Marian’s lands, and even a bit beyond that, looking for answers and cures for this evil that
