Mara was back, or rather, she had never left.

She floated about, as if haunting her old hangouts, her old friends. She had no form, no figure, no body, but she was very much alive.

Dalia and Khoss's spell had brought her back from the dead, and pretty much she was screwed, now. Her body, having been killed and cremated along with the rest of the villanous crew, was lost to her. The spell, the curse, rather, that Dalia had performed had locked her soul here forever.

But, with her body destroyed, Mara was like a ghost. She remembered everything now, including Raven.

Tears would have come easy, had she tear ducts or eyes with which to cry them, but that was not to be. She had no body, but the pain was very real.

She could, however, enter the dreams of others. Here, in the realm of nightmares and dreams, she once again had form and substance. So, with a heavy heart, so to speak, and a shame, she haunted the dreams of others, searching for someone with the strength and power to help her find a way back.