the unlucky Elektra?

*As Aribeth steps down into the ant mount she recognizes a turbulent beautyful woman.
The woman is dressed black and seems to be familiar with eldrich power*

*They introduced themselfs and Elektra the woman seems to be worried about her own abilities.
However Aribeth doesn't seem to get irritated by them and figures out the good woman in her.
As the conversation goes on it seems that both had the same fate.
Both got the evil pack by force and both haven't choocen it by free will.*

*Fastly she decides to introduce Elektra to a defender of the Ironhalls. (who would like tp rp that?^^)
She hopes that they would welcome her and give her a shelter like she had some time ago.
Cause it seems that Elektra tries to get grid of her evil side.
This all remindes Aribeth so much to herself. She had to help her!*

Elektra walked beneath the tall trees of the Rimwood, their branches blowing softly in the cool breeze. Spots of golden light danced on the forest floor all around her feet, as the mid day sun shown through the leaves.
The air was fresh and alive with life and smells of the forest. She wrapped her arms around herself , remembering the wonder of the joys of being with Aribeth , laying by the fire.
What amazing thing was this? Had some spell been cast upon her? Was she losing her mind in a dream?
A little bird flew down before her and began pecking on the ground. She was surprised it was so close to her, not scared at all.
Could it be that something in her had changed? Did even animals sense what she could not?
She had never known love ... Not real love.
Her emotions were overflowing her mind, and her thoughts were all new to her. This was a bit like being hit by the "confusion spell" in the beast man tower... But ... This ... This feeling that ran so deep within her... Was something she longed for even more every day.
Aribeth ... No longer a witch , but bewitching beyond any she had ever met.
Suddenly , the years of anger and resentment that drove her to desire ever growing power ... Seemed to diminish ... In the light of what could be love ...
Could this be fate sent by the gods to save her soul with the only thing that could ...
She sat by a stream and gazed into the clear flowing water by the Royal Oak... Thinking