Iona was becoming confused as to what it was that would overcome her mind to destroy her own paintings. After spraying gray and black paints over them she would just make harsh strokes over them and blur the images. Little Iona thought she was going mad. Her nanny was scared for her and even told the queen about it. Adrianna had come to see her daughter along with a bunch of healers, but they couldn't find anything wrong.
For a long time, all the madness stopped and Iona painted more. It was just before her tenth birthday that she felt the same strange sensation over her. It was as if it was crawling over her, soothing her, like a lullaby. She had dazed into nothingness. The paintings were calling her. They wanted her to travel inside them and little Iona was… fascinated with the idea. As she sat dazed in front of her latest painting, she felt a tug in her brush and then she gasped. Something came out of her body and got sucked in the painting.
