At last.

Finally, the truth come to light.

WAIT!

Her voice was shrill, piercing; it cut through the air like a knife. Those who had already gathered there would either feel a mixture of confusion, or understand that - finally - Valeska had snapped, the tenuous threads that bound her to reality buckling beneath the weight of her own paranoia.

I KNEW IT.

The High Priestess scurried over to the lake's edge with great urgency, halting to bend down and take a deep, exploratory sniff. Her eyes grew wide and wild as she surveyed the others, but she allowed her tongue to slip out and touch the water's surface with the most miniscule movement.

It burned like fire.

Cursed.

It was too late now to try and drain the lake. Too late, now, for many things; she frowned at her own reflection.

Fate's Respite was no longer the safe haven she had dreamed it to be.