At any given moment, on any given day there if a person were to listen to Rekah's head. There would be any number of voices, people chittering and chattering away. Not that she ever listened to them... It was always things like "What do I want to wear today?" "I hope he doesn't find out." All these things were not important to her.

No,there were other voices that filtered through and were more dominant than the rest. She listened to these.
But, these were different. These were locked away in a prison and had found their outlet through her.

It had only gotten worse since she'd been stabbed. Thorne had been unable to heal her fully. His magic battled the magic of four. Cornelius, Viktor and the other two were still unnamed healed her in their own way. Weaving their dark magic into her to make her whole once more. Healed to their liking and their ways.

The changes were subtle. Sleeping patterns ran a little different. Things she did while sleeping were a bit more complex than just sleep walking. She had spent the latter part of the month of recuperation scribbling archaic nonsense on her closet wall.She spent more time alone, instead of with a plethora people. But, perhaps, the most noticeable difference was not part of her personality. It was her eyes. Normally, they were mismatched, blue and green. But, as the days wore on they both turned a most vibrant shade of violet. The difference was subtle enough not to draw unnecessary attention. It was something she wouldn't notice. It was not in her to see these things about herself. After all, vanity was one of the weaker friends.

For now though, they waited patiently. Whispering lies bent with truth. Her reality was blurring into something completely different.