Red, everything was tinted red, though a fog she felt the blood pumping in her veins, heard her own heart beating like thunder, felt her breath coming fast and hard. And incredible hatred. Hatred for all things living and kind, and good. The burning desire to inflict this wrath on any and all she could. It seemed as though even as she felt these things, she was separated from herself watching herself in horror. She screamed to stop, cried out mutely, but she ignored herself. This new hunger, this rage would not be denied. She watched helplessly through her own eyes, which she found odd, because she was not seeing shadow, nor auras, but like she had before she had gone blind. She was trapped within herself, raging against this rage. This nightmare she could not wake from. She found herself at a farmhouse, peering in through the window, as two little girls played under the watchful eye of their mother. She watched from her hiding place as they ate dinner. She waited while they were bathed, and when they had been put abed, and were slumbering gently, she made her move. She slipped into the room, and without waking the one, nor disturbing the other, she took the eldest of the two in her arms and slipped away into the night. The morning would find the girl's parents distraught and searching frantically for her.She would never be found...Arya felt sick, as she watched the scene play out from within her mental prison. Saw the look of terror, heard the girl scream...felt the warm flesh in her mouth and tasted hot blood. The last thing before the darkness closed in was familiar laughter...Goroth's laughter. She screamed, trying to wake and the world finally cleared, her head was throbbing and she vomited violently. She was awake. so why did she still taste blood" In horror she realized what she had done, and found with one hand the lifeless body of an innocent child. She had done this...she was now a murderer, a monster. She turned away sickened heaving until she thought her ribs would collapse, then gathering the girl's corpse in her laps she wept over her, great wracking sobs. How could this have happened" She could never undo this evil she had wrought...and she felt as though a piece of her had died with the dead girl she now cradled in her arms...