I am flying...I can finally spread my wings! I am gliding over a broad river...the sunset has turned its surface smooth like a mirror, and I see my reflection...it is as if another silver dragon is rising to meet me from the depths. But what is that? The scales on my chest are black, and the darkness is spreading over my body--

I wake up. A clear sky sways above me, blazing with heat. I am in human form. The red dust of the Wound clings to my cracked lips. Someone is carrying me on a stretcher made of shields and spears. I am so weak I can barely lift my hand to my face. 

(Boy, is that part familiar.)

The sight of my own hand terrifies me. It is black and the skin glistens like scales melted by fire. I probably ought to cry, but I only feel hatred and nausea. All these people around me...out of sympathy for them did I choose to leave the mountains, I gave up my flights over rivers, I went to the demons' lair...they don't have a scratch on them, but I am infected with foulness! It's not fair! My life is more precious than their pathetic existence! Oh, how I hate them in this moment! 

And then I suddenly feel shame. No, no! These are not my thoughts! The crusaders carrying me are my good friends. I am glad they did not suffer...but I hate them and myself so much! Pain and hatred pierce me all at once. It's all because of them...all because of them...someone walking beside me touches me, talks to me, but the only thing I hear is, "Your mentor...he will come, he will help..." and I lose consciousness. 

Tears stream down Lusilla's face from the pain and suffering in the vision. 

"What happened to her?"

"Terendelev spent a long time recovering from this moment. At one point a unit she was part of was ambushed, and she was infected with foulness. By the time you met Terendelev in Kenabres, she had gone through many trials and regained her former purity." 

"I don't care about her purity, I care that she was suffering." 

"Alas, with demons, the two are not always easily separated." 

"I understand. ...Do you know what happened next?"

"Alas, I do not. This scale has already told us all it will tell. Bring me something else of hers, and perhaps I can shed more light on her past."