Celia's Point of View

My heart was beating so fast, and so loudly iin my ears, I could barely think straight. Following the map, I walked towards the north for what semed like hours, until finally I reached the entrance of the terrifying, legendary forest. 
Taking several deep breaths, I encouraged myself to go on simply because of the thought of seeing my family again. Images of Lucien, my mother and my father flitted in and out of my miind. I'd almost swear I could hear my father's voice urging me to continue struggling through the thick bushes..
I continued to wade through the prickly thickets which clawed at my legs so I whimpered aloud in pain. Suddenly I stopped.. 
two things happened simultaneously. Too - late, I realised that whoever had sent this note, it couldn't possibly be my father, because even if Nicholai had lied about everything else.. he hadn't lied about the Elixir... and if my father was mortal, he couldn't possibly summon a Laenix.. or draw this map.. 
none of this made sense!.. this was my last thought before I was enshrouded in a familiar dark, billowing smoke...

Nicholai's point of view.

I don't understand any of this...
I've been following Celia for the since I found her outside the forest, my intention being to find out who this love of hers was... and suddenly, she stops!. 
gazing down at the parchment in her hand, her expression an alarming mixture of fear, consternation.. and when she saw me leap toward her.. pure unaldulterated terror...

Celia's Point of view

At this stage, I'd lost all concept of time.. of everything, except the excruciating, needle-like, cold of the windowless room.
as soon as Nicholai teleported me back to the castle, I'd already begun quivering in fear. Having finally realising that, I'd made a mistake in beleiving the note.. and sealed my fate, and probably that of my family's by defying Nicholai, and attempting to escape again.
The last thing I remembered, before I'd been viciously thrust in and locked here, was the haunting expression on Nichlai's face.. naked fury.. sadness, and -worst of all- hatred... 
I was roused from my thoughts by the sound of the heavy metal door creakiing open, to reveal Nicholai...
if his expression was anything to go by.. it seemed his fury had not diminished in the time he'd left me to stew here.......