There wasn't a day Brant didn't wake up screaming. After the accident, his whole life had changed. The accident. He would regret the decision he made that day for the rest of his life and he knew it. That was the day Jolie told him. That she was working with the enemy.

The Black Swan

Brant hated them with every fiber of his broken being. They were the reason that the neverseen had killed his sunshine. His beautiful, sweet, kind, Jolie. Jolie's last words would always haunt him. "Brant, make the right choice. I love you for forever." Then the fire swallowed her up. Brant desperately tried to fight the flames, to get his love back, and strong arms pulled him, kicking and screaming, out of the fire that destroyed his life. After the fire, he only got pulled further and further into the neverseen. He knew he was slowly going insane. He lost any pity, and the soft man Jolie loved was gone. He was a different elf now. He missed her every day. And every time the Runwens came to visit, it was like reopening a just stitched up wound. Fintan mentored him, and sometimes Brant saw through Fintan's nonchalant air, and found an elf as broken as himself. They had both done horrible things, but they did them for a reason. But Brant knew that the small whisper in his mind, the one that took the form of Jolie, was right. This was wrong...

But he had made his choice.