$She again took a step forward, worry showing upon her angelic face$ 'Zeth...' $The slight fear, having edged into her voice as she saw the look over Zeth's shoulder within the demonic 'witch's gaze. She was worried. Suddenly she felt the evilness seeping out of Bri' something was wrong deathly wrong$ 'Bri...who are you?' $She dared to ask. This was not the 'real' Briallan...and she knew it$