Erythis screams.
She had been so close to escape. So close to freedom- but reprieve would not be granted. At the sudden explosion deep within the confines of the temple, she had made a break for it, running through sweat and tears as the last of her strength burned within her. She had ran through debris, climbing stairs at a frantic pace, for her life depended on it. Though as she neared the top, oh so close to the exit- she started to fall. The redhead's vision blurred, her dirty and weakened body collapsing as the very stone beneath her snared her ankles, violently grabbing her as she screamed. Stone surrounded her, crushing her as she tried to break free, her hands helplessly clawing along the cold, stone floor. She sobbed, shrieking uncontrollably; the stone forms into claws, tearing at the tattered remains of her clothing and grabbing onto her flesh.
There was a single presence, that she was aware of. A single orc, grinning down at her with smug satisfaction as his grubby paws clasped around her head.
She was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. Her mind begin to feel dull, those thoughts of panic leaving her, one by one. There was nothing but darkness. A void, filled with the sounds of mad, cackling laughter. Her body caved, next. Her heart slowed, her muscles easing. She felt nothing, thought nothing, and sensed nothing. She became a void, a shell. She lay limp like a rag doll, her eyes wide as if staring into the eyes of madness, and instilled with the complete feeling of terror. The color faded from her already fair skin as she lost her very sense of existence, until suddenly, her consciousness returned to her in the dark. Shapes took form from out of the void, the sorceress finding herself very much alive within the confinement of her mind.
And suddenly, there was fire.
The tall, winding spires and brilliant structures of Silvermoon were burning. Everyone was burning. [b]She[/b] was burning. She screams as if in agony, frantically running back and forth, as if to still the fire that was churning around her.
There was no hope, there was only fear.
She looks to her hands, the skin starting to melt, bone turning to ash. It was as if she could feel her very body disintegrating. She looks forward- and there was a familiar face. The mage screams, over and over, trying to hail his attention. "Brother! Brother!!! Katsin-..!..." Though where there was a fleeting spark of hope, a hand came out to grab her neck.
There was no longer burning, or even Silvermoon. It was her and the man she recognized as her brother, alone in the darkness- but his hand was still around her neck. Widened eyes look to the plated figure, tears streaming down the woman's neck. "Please..., brother! I'm..., afraid to die..."
He hissed into her ear, tightening his grasp around her. "So strong..., are you broken, yet?"
"...No-..!.." She thrashes, choking out words amongst her tears. "Please..., brother..., help-...me...!..."
She may have been trapped in a world of nightmare, but she felt pain. Nothing butagony. She stares up at the man, more of the light starting to fade from her eyes. Slowly but surely, he pummeled her. An arm snapped backwards, there were several poundings at her stomach. He tore out her hair, throwing her to the ground and wailing on her repeatedly. The man grabbed to her skin, touched her flesh- he took her body as if she were his plaything, and try as she might, was unable to stop him.
"Stop!...., Stop!...., PLEASE. BROTHER-...!...STOP...!..."
Even he was gone, eventually. The laughing was louder, ringing at her ears. And suddenly, there were voices.
"You have failed us, as a leader..."
"Pathetic...!"
"You are -nothing-."
The words fill her ears, and although she could see nothing, she could feel the darkness violating her other senses. She could feel it taking her, dragging her..., through something.
The very ground opened beneath her, seeming to swallow her as shadowy hands grasped to her body and drug her down into a sea of fire. Erythis extends an arm, reaching for something, anything. But nothing would come within her grasp. There were stone pillars erected around her, familiar figures surrounding her, watching her descend into the inferno. Alorinis, Vynlarion, Olani, Mirava- they watched her, and she called out to them, screaming her lungs off. But they only ever stared.
She screams, and screams some more. There was nothing left but fire.
I don't want to die.
Erythis keeps screaming, drowning in her despair.
But just as soon as those flames devoured her, once again, there was nothing.
A maddening blackness, and the horrific laughter of a never ending nightmare. Just as it had ended, so had it began. There was Silvermoon, burning before her eyes.
So Erythis saw again, and again, and again.
She had been so close to escape. So close to freedom- but reprieve would not be granted. At the sudden explosion deep within the confines of the temple, she had made a break for it, running through sweat and tears as the last of her strength burned within her. She had ran through debris, climbing stairs at a frantic pace, for her life depended on it. Though as she neared the top, oh so close to the exit- she started to fall. The redhead's vision blurred, her dirty and weakened body collapsing as the very stone beneath her snared her ankles, violently grabbing her as she screamed. Stone surrounded her, crushing her as she tried to break free, her hands helplessly clawing along the cold, stone floor. She sobbed, shrieking uncontrollably; the stone forms into claws, tearing at the tattered remains of her clothing and grabbing onto her flesh.
There was a single presence, that she was aware of. A single orc, grinning down at her with smug satisfaction as his grubby paws clasped around her head.
She was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. Her mind begin to feel dull, those thoughts of panic leaving her, one by one. There was nothing but darkness. A void, filled with the sounds of mad, cackling laughter. Her body caved, next. Her heart slowed, her muscles easing. She felt nothing, thought nothing, and sensed nothing. She became a void, a shell. She lay limp like a rag doll, her eyes wide as if staring into the eyes of madness, and instilled with the complete feeling of terror. The color faded from her already fair skin as she lost her very sense of existence, until suddenly, her consciousness returned to her in the dark. Shapes took form from out of the void, the sorceress finding herself very much alive within the confinement of her mind.
And suddenly, there was fire.
The tall, winding spires and brilliant structures of Silvermoon were burning. Everyone was burning. [b]She[/b] was burning. She screams as if in agony, frantically running back and forth, as if to still the fire that was churning around her.
There was no hope, there was only fear.
She looks to her hands, the skin starting to melt, bone turning to ash. It was as if she could feel her very body disintegrating. She looks forward- and there was a familiar face. The mage screams, over and over, trying to hail his attention. "Brother! Brother!!! Katsin-..!..." Though where there was a fleeting spark of hope, a hand came out to grab her neck.
There was no longer burning, or even Silvermoon. It was her and the man she recognized as her brother, alone in the darkness- but his hand was still around her neck. Widened eyes look to the plated figure, tears streaming down the woman's neck. "Please..., brother! I'm..., afraid to die..."
He hissed into her ear, tightening his grasp around her. "So strong..., are you broken, yet?"
"...No-..!.." She thrashes, choking out words amongst her tears. "Please..., brother..., help-...me...!..."
She may have been trapped in a world of nightmare, but she felt pain. Nothing butagony. She stares up at the man, more of the light starting to fade from her eyes. Slowly but surely, he pummeled her. An arm snapped backwards, there were several poundings at her stomach. He tore out her hair, throwing her to the ground and wailing on her repeatedly. The man grabbed to her skin, touched her flesh- he took her body as if she were his plaything, and try as she might, was unable to stop him.
"Stop!...., Stop!...., PLEASE. BROTHER-...!...STOP...!..."
Even he was gone, eventually. The laughing was louder, ringing at her ears. And suddenly, there were voices.
"You have failed us, as a leader..."
"Pathetic...!"
"You are -nothing-."
The words fill her ears, and although she could see nothing, she could feel the darkness violating her other senses. She could feel it taking her, dragging her..., through something.
The very ground opened beneath her, seeming to swallow her as shadowy hands grasped to her body and drug her down into a sea of fire. Erythis extends an arm, reaching for something, anything. But nothing would come within her grasp. There were stone pillars erected around her, familiar figures surrounding her, watching her descend into the inferno. Alorinis, Vynlarion, Olani, Mirava- they watched her, and she called out to them, screaming her lungs off. But they only ever stared.
She screams, and screams some more. There was nothing left but fire.
I don't want to die.
Erythis keeps screaming, drowning in her despair.
But just as soon as those flames devoured her, once again, there was nothing.
A maddening blackness, and the horrific laughter of a never ending nightmare. Just as it had ended, so had it began. There was Silvermoon, burning before her eyes.
So Erythis saw again, and again, and again.
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