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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Dominic watched as Cecilia approached, glad that she had found him. "I... I don't know. There was an elderly man, with such terrible eyes..." Dominic shuddered, tilting his head away to give Cecilia access to the wound. He was too busy trying to stay upright to care for it himself. But, Dominic wanted to get away from the streets as fast as possible- who knew if the creepy old man would come back?

He made a move to stand, and tentatively took the handkerchief from Cecilia. "Thank you..." Dominic pressed it firmly against his neck and stood up slowly- the dark street instantly whirled into a deep grey void around him, and Dominic took an unsteady step backwards.
"Let's go... back." He pressed his fingers into his eyes, clearing up the strange vertigo taking a hold of his stomach. "I need to sit down..."
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Trying to support his weight but putting one of his arms around her shoulders, she carefully led the scientist back to her apartment, making sure not to go too fast for him but not too slow either since he seemed to want to go back inside. Once they were in, she carefully helped Dominic into a chair and went to her kitchen, wanting to make him something.

"Are you hungry, Dominic? Maybe you should eat something... or drink... you look deathly pale on your face."

There was a hint of genuine concern in her voice which she didn't mean to let escape. She was wondering... why was she being so caring and helpful to a man she just met? It didn't make sense to her... but for some reason, she couldn't stop. She felt this need to be compassionate to Dominic... something she didn't show towards others often.

It was as if something about her was... different now that he was here. It made her wonder what about him could make her act so differently... whatever it was, she didn't exactly like it. She was usually the one to play with people... and she thought that it should never be the other way around. Still... for now, she could do nothing about it. She would just have to wait for an opportunity to turn the tables once more.[/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]"Mmmh..." Dominic mumbled as he has helped into the chair. He felt sick- a strangely nauseating feeling rested heavily in his belly like a pool of lead. Had the old man poisoned him? Why? While Geamens was safer than the outside, obviously, it still held its strange darkness.

Dominic chuckled, then he heaved a great sigh. If he had been poisoned, he would have also been dead by now. There was no pointin thinking about it.
"I'm sorry... about your handkerchief."
He pulled the wet cloth away form his neck, wincing as it detached from his pearly skin. He must look like a ghost, Dominic thought, if he had grown paler than before.


Then he added, "No, thank you."

He nervously prodded the wound with slender fingers. It had to be dressed, the scientist worried. He had to do something about it.
At the very least, he could go take a look. Dominic pushed himself off the chair, and with shaking legs, went to where he had seen the mirror earlier. He leaned into it with a drunken unsteadiness, and stared.

Indeed, his skin had become like that of a Grecian marble-man's, but worse yet was the wound. Dominic stared, horrified.

Deep in the flesh of his neck, a strange symbol had been carved.


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For moment, he wondered how the man had time to carve something so intricate into his skin, but realized that despite later being barely conscious, Dominic was sure the man had merely touched him. It was strange, all too strange and hideous. Red, almost festering, still-bloody and carved deeply. Guaranteed- there would be a scar.

"Tch." [/bg][/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]He sat up, not sure what had woken him.

Callum stretched his arms up over his head, "Mmmmaaaahhh..." He yawned loudly, and then petulantly flopped backwards back into his little nest of blankets and pillows. He looked to the left, where an opened window revealed a beautiful, dark purple sky.
His kind had a tendency to wake up around twilight- and Callum was thankful that this was also the time when most humans were locked away in their homes. He was tired of the judging gazes, the unjustified hatred of his kind.


Callum was a Darkling, and this was his curse, he thought bitterly.

Suddenly, the face the had seen in his dreams resurfaced and Callum was swept off his feet by the features. He shuddered, mouth slightly ajar and big eyes glazed. Who could this face belong to? This was a human he couldn't be scared of. Instead, Callum was quietly awed. Not so much by the man's somber beauty, but rather by the expression of fierce focus, the little splotch of blood low on the milky cheek, the tightly clutched oil lantern lighting the way ahead of the man, and... Callum could recall a second figure.
There was a man, no, a boyish- brave and youthful, with a strange amber-lighted beauty in his soft features. He was terribly young- too young to be brandishing the large staff-like sword, and the dark-spattered shoulder armor and enigmatic cape. He was watching the other man with a worried expression, thick brows lifted and pulled together delicately. He had freckles- a strange feature for a blue-eyed, blonde, well-bred-looking boy like him.


That was all he could remember of the dream. Callum blinked slowly, lifting his arms and twisting his fingers into his thick mop of curly hair. How frustrating, he thought. He wished that there was more.[/bg][/fieldbox]
 
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia smiled and shook her head. "It's alright." She said plainly as she took the handkerchief from Dominic and went to the kitchen to wash the blood off. It probably wouldn't come off but well... might as well try. She scrubbed the little piece of cloth and thought to herself... pondering the situation. What was Dominic doing in that alleyway... and why was he attacked? It could have just been some mugger in the streets but... the wound on his neck seemed a bit... strange. She didn't get a good look at the wound but even for that fraction of a second that she saw it, something seemed off about it.

Cecelia waited for Dominic to return so that she could take a closer look. The random attack had her interest now... it didn't seem to her that it was just a random encounter... or was it? She had to take another look at Dominic's wound to make sure. When Dominic stayed by the mirror for so long, Cecelia began to worry. She put down her cleaning tools and dried her hands in a towel before striding over to Dominic.

"Dominic? Are you alright...?" She took a few more steps towards him before stopping. Her eyes locked onto the wound... widening in awe. The mark on his neck was not normal at all.

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]He turned back to Cecilia when she came over, unaware of how worried he looked.

"..." He leaned his head to the left, bearing the strange symbol to Cecilia. Dominic's dark eyes watched her carefully, studying her face as she reacted.

"I think it should heal... fine." His tongue felt like it was made of lead in his mouth. "I'm... so tired... Do you have a guest room? I doubt I can make it home..."[/bg][/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia's eyes glazed over. She felt as though she... recognized the mark from somewhere. God knows where she's seen it... but she was pretty sure that she had seen this symbol before. She snapped out of her trance and stopped glaring at the mark to address Dominic.

"O-Of course! Let me show you to the guest room..." She led Dominic to a room near her own. She felt as though she should stay close to keep an eye on him. "You can rest here for tonight. Do you need anything else, Dominic?" She waited for the scientist's response.[/fieldbox]

((Lol same. I don't know where Cecelia could have seen the mark to be honest, I'm just trying to make things interesting. XD))
 

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(( Lol awkward time skip shhhhhh don't question me >:3. ))

[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Dominic thanked Cecilia, and turned his back to her, exhaling. "I'm sorry for the trouble." He rubbed his neck, and studying the floor guiltily.

Then, he wobbled over to the bed, too ill and tired to care if the girl was still there. Shamelessly, Dominic flopped onto the covers, already asleep before his head even hit the pillows. [/bg][/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Callum jerked awake, acutely aware that something was amiss. He could feel a strange, dark feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach, which churned like it was digesting tar. Oh, something was terribly wrong. The large-eyed boy glanced around his tiny room, but everything around him seemed mostly in order. Then his eyes caught the glare of the moon from the window, and when he glanced outside he had to do a double-take.
There was a fine, red mist creeping under the streetlamps outside, moving like a lethargic red beast. Callum shivered and bit his lip, knowing already.


This had happened years ago, he had been travelling with his family in their caravan.
A red mist swept across the ground, and their horses stopped walking. Callum's uncle, Fessir left him to see what was wrong, and suddenly the Naught was upon him- Callum saw as the terrible nightmare beings, the Dreadwalkers- walking, rotting corpses, killed the man before his eyes. Tears welled in his eyes, and he shook the though out of his head.


Then he thought... if this was happening to the city... Immediatly the boy rose out of bed, threw on his clothes and boots and dashed outside. He was sure there was some important meaning to this all, but the only thing he could hear in his mind was his desperate, 'Why, why, why, dear gods why?'[/bg][/fieldbox]
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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Dominic's dreams were filled with the screams of terrible monsters, writhing limbs and tails in a dark room. They sounded like pigs being slaughtered, all squeals and happy agony. They crawled close to him on slimy bellies, with malformed eyes trained on his figure against a wall. Then, him mother emerged from the thick shadow beside him, and asked, "Why?"

He was jarred awake- knowing what she meant. Some strange powerful force called him to the window. And, although reluctant to move, Dominic stumbled out of bed to see what had called him so strongly.

What? An alien world met his gaze. A terrible red fog, like airborne blood was making its way silently through the streets. In its thickness, he could see strange shapes moving, shambling about like they were lost. He had to go see for himself- this was a noteworthy phenomena, a curious scientific spectacle.

Dominic made he way to where he faintly recalled the front door to the house was, and on a whim, called out, "Cecilia?!" Then, he berated himself for possibly waking his kind host.[/bg][/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia was already awake, and looking out the window. She had a serious expression on her face, mixed with a look of being mortified. She couldn't believe what she was seeing outside, and wasn't sure if she should go out and check what it was, or stay at home where she was possibly safer.

She jolted when she heard Dominic yell for her. Quickly she spun around to look at him from where she was quietly standing. "D-Dominic!" She stuttered. "Do you... see what's outside too?" She turned her attention back to what was going on outside of her window. "What's going on Dominic? Why is it so... red outside? It reminds me of... blood..."[/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]"I have no idea..." He turned back to the door, somberly staring.

He opened the door, flinching at how loud the lock was against the silence of the night. The hairs on the back of his neck rose to attention as he peeked outside. Everything seemed so surreal- the bright white moon was completely invisible behind the rolling fog, and in fact, Dominic could barely even see a few feet ahead of him.

He could hear footsteps, and called out, "H-hello?" As he waited, he hid his head behind the door again, to scared to look out. Nothing responded, and Dominic peeked out again.

Nothing. He stepped forward, and began to walk, feeling brave. "What is this? This is so odd..." Dominic looked around, amazed. "What could be causing this? There has to be a rational explanation..."

"I feel... like I need to walk." There was the strange pull again- the urge. Something was calling him, and Dominic was far too weak to refuse it.


Suddenly, Dominic could hear footsteps- it was as if something was rushing towards him, it was directly behind his left ear. He didn't have time to turn around- there was something upon him.
A mangy, worm-ridden face rushed out of the red fog, pitchfork held over-head and a terrible, muffled gurgle came from its throat. Dominic clumsily fell back, on his butt, and stared up at the monster. He was paralyzed, almost as if he was unaware of what was happening. "N... no."
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia tried to follow Dominic into the fog, although it proved difficult since the fog was so thick and red. She was practically holding her breath, not wanting to breathe while outside. She was a little paranoid that the fog wasn't just air she could really breathe...

"D-Dominic! Wait for me!" She was starting to lose sight of him. He was only a black blur in the thick fog. Then, he stopped moving... before falling to the ground. Cecelia began to run towards him to help him back up, but started to slow down a bit when another figure started to appear through the fog. She felt her stomach churn as the fear struck her hard. She felt frozen in her fear... but felt she had to help Dominic. Pushing aside her fear, she pulled out a switch blade and ran towards the thing. She saw that it was holding a pitch fork and it looked like it was about to attack Dominic.

Swiftly, she jabbed her blade into the side of the figure, hoping to cause it to topple over in agony.[/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]
The figure lifted his axe again to greet the sky.
Dominic could barely see the top of the weapon through the fog. This was it, Dominic thought.

This was it.
Nothing could stop the monster, although he mentally thanked Cecilia for her brave attempt.

He saw the swing about to happen, and Dominic brought a hand up as a last-ditch effort. It was cruel, being a prisoner of such a fate- to be executed so harshly.
He shut his eyes. The axe split the fog as it fell heavily upon him.

Tink.

That was not the sound of flesh being split by the blunt edge of a monster's weapon... It was wrong, he felt no pain, he felt not the warmth of blood escaping a wound- he felt his hand and fingers, and this was wrong to him. He was sure he was dead, or mauled.
Dominic opened his eyes tentatively.

First he saw the monster, with its weapon positioned awkwardly in its grasp, half out of flight, as if it had ricocheted off a rock.

And then Dominic saw his arm.

What met his gaze was not his pale, slender limb, but rather an expanse of smooth ebony, twisted and wrong- his fingers were terrible claws, curled like the gnarled branches of trees. Dominick smashed his teeth together to keep from screaming- this was wrong, so terribly wrong, to see his flesh so horrible.

And then a feeling like a wriggling worm spawned in the pit of his stomach, and Dominic looked up to see the monster. He had never felt such strong contempt for anything, not even for his father. He felt poisonous, sick in all the right ways. His skin crawled and broke out in goosebumps.

Dominic stood up like a limp doll, and watched the Dreadwalker with a glazed-over grey gaze, but just for a moment. In the next, he was upon it with the arm- his claws split the fog into red streamers, he was in the air, over the monster like a bird mid-flight.
Previously awkward and lanky limbs were now all grace and beauty. He looked like a vengeful god, or one of the nephilim- angelic and demonic and all rights and wrongs in one, severing blow.

The monster's head rolled on the ground, and Dominic stood alone in the afterglow, breathing heavily.
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia stood there in shock. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening around her. It seemed to her that in an instant... in a blink of the eye... Dominic was up and attacking the creature. Soon it's head was rolling, stopping at Cecelia's feet. Her eyes were wide and staring as she watched Dominic. What was he? Should she run? Would he attack her? She wasn't sure, but without thinking, she took a few steps back from him. She felt like he wasn't himself right now, and didn't want to get too close. Switch blade still in hand, she clutched it tighter and took another step back.

What was going on? She couldn't fathom it... This was all too much for her to even comprehend... the fog, the creature, Dominic's sudden change... She quickly turned on her heels and fled, feeling that it would be safer to get away from Dominic rather than approach him. She quickly made her way back into her house and went to her room, searching for a weapon in case. She found a large blade tucked away under her bed that had jagged edges. She got up and walked around the house, carrying it in her right hand. If Dominic would come back and try to attack her, she would have no choice but to use the weapon... although she would prefer not to.[/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Dominic stumbled around a bit, uncomprehending. He felt nothing, nothing but the pleasant numbness in his limbs and the strange pulse in his neck.
The Mark was glowing, white-yellow like the moon, invisible past the fog.


He took a step forward. There was the calling again... Urging him desperately forth. It was a magnet- impossible to resist. Cecilia's absence did not register to him at all, he had to move forward.

As he walked, he stepped in the pool of strange, black, tarry liquid the monster's head had shed as it lay in macabre motionlessness. And he he walked, and walked, and walked, nearer to the city boarder.[/bg][/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Callum was staring. Despite the presence of the fog, he could see almost perfectly ahead. This product of the Naught- the terrible rot- could not hinder the sight of its child-kin, the Darklings.
There were strange people shambling about, with all kinds of tools in their hands. There was a sinister vibe all about the place, and Callum shivered. "What's happening...?"
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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia, after waiting a few minutes, realized that Dominic wasn't coming back home and a guilty feeling started to replace the fear she felt in her gut. She went back into her room, and started to search for something else... once she found what she was looking for, she put it on. A pair of special goggles she made.

Cecelia, despite not seeming like it, was a very geeky girl. She liked to create and learn... and this weird contraption only proved it. The goggles were made to help her see better in the dark, and would be handy as well when she needed to see through the fog and find Dominic again. Grabbing a back and the holster that the knife came from, she slipped the blade into place and put it in her back. She grabbed a few more weapons, quickly changed into clothes that would make it easier for her to move around, and set out again in search of Dominic...

She ducked behind trees, bushes, and buildings... peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. She wanted to avoid running into those creatures from before... or anything else that might be like them. Then she spotted a figure... that seemed like Dominic's. She wasn't sure if it was him, but she couldn't stop herself from running out of her hiding spot to see if it was him.[/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]His heart was racing like an army of war horses. He didn't look up- Callum ran.

FWUNK. And ran straight into somebody.

Being small in stature, the force of the impact knocked him back on his butt, and he cried out as he bruised his tailbone. "Ow," Callum rubbed his back, staring up like a dork at the person he had run into. "Oh! H... hello."

The large eyes widened, their lavender depths beaming. His pointy ears perked up and suddenly, he had all the glee of a little, lost puppy. "Oh! A person! Oh thank goodness... I thought I was all alone!" Callum gestured dramatically to himself.

Callum hopped up and patted the dust off his butt. "My name's Callum, if you care to know." He jumped up and circled the girl, eyeing her top-to-bottom. "Kyaaaa, neat weapons! Are you some sort of Outlands mercenary?" He stared at her, mouth open in awe.

His antics had gotten him in trouble before, but the naive little boy never let the racists get him down. [/bg][/fieldbox]

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[fieldbox="Dominic Tisher, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040][glow=red]Your destiny calls! Come to me, Dominic! Artificer! Pay homage to the Conqueror Worm with me! You, chosen by my Raven Champion... Come to me and drink from my waters![/glow]

The summons echoed in his skull. Dominic screamed in agony, clutching his head. His neck burned- the glowing fluctuated and matched the quickened beat of his heart.

What was he doing... why? The wrongness of the situation finally caught up with him. His legs were moving almost on their own accord. What was the point of refusing such a call? He could sense the evil lurking in the words, but could not find the strength nor willpower to care. The outskirt of the city stretched around him. Before him, he could see the pearly Pillar of Humanity towering over the horizon.

He would walk out of the safe zone and into sure death. He legs began to shake. The monsters he had heard stories about... gaping, sharp-toothed maws, made of a black ilk, incomprehensible... Dominic gulped, but could not make his legs stop.[/bg][/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia looked up at the boy, quite confused. She didn't expect to collide with anyone out here. She felt alone in this strange world... until this moment. She finally became aware that she was still in a place inhabited by human beings. Although... this boy didn't seem human actually.

"I'm... I'm not a Mercenary of any sort..." Cecelia got up and brushed herself off. "I was... just looking for someone... and taking precautions while out here. There seems to be some sort of evil lurking about... it would be unsafe to search the area without a weapon on hand."

She glanced the boy up and down before carefully extending a hand to him. "My name is Cecelia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Callum. Um..." She hesitated to ask. "What are you doing out here? It's... like I have already mentioned... quit dangerous."

She raised an eyebrow at him when she noticed his pointed ears. "And... not to be rude but... w-what are you exactly?"[/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]He hopped up and down adorably as he shook the girl's hand. "Whaaaa?! Do you live here? 'Cuz most townsfolk know about us... Darklings."

Suddenly, the fairy-like boy looked down at the ground with a sad expression.
His huge ears drooped- it made him look like a puppy being scolded. "Uh, they hate us. 'Cuz they say the Naught made us."

He looked at her again, "Hey... I can help you find whoever you're looking for! I can see past the fog."[/bg][/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]"Darklings...?" Cecelia echoed after Callum. "I... I was told that they were you know... just from fairy tales." Damn insane asylum nurses giving her bullshit. "I don't know why you'd be hated. You seem pretty nice to me." Cecelia smiled at the boy, a genuine yet gentle grin. "I'm looking for... a man. His name is Dominic. He went out into the fog and... just... I don't even know what happened." She tried to recollect the events that just took place. Had Dominic actually just turned into a... monster thing? She wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure what he possibly had transformed into.

"He was being attacked by some kind of monster... so I tried to save him but my attack did practically nothing to the monster... t-then... he just... morphed into a monster himself... and killed it with such ease..." She looked back up to Callum, her eyes widening in fear. "I-I'm not making it up! I actually saw something like that! I..." her voice trailed off, until she was only at a whisper. "I mean it... I really did..."

This whole scenario seemed so familiar... she dealt with this many times in her childhood.[/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Callum Arbane, black, dashed, 10"][bg=#404040]Callum shuddered. "Woah... that's crazy."
Maybe he was a bit naive to believe such a tale, but the Darkling just felt like she was telling the truth- he couldn't explain it. He looked lost in thought for a moment, and put a finger on his chin. "Well, I actually came out here because I got a weird feeling... Like someone important is out here. I dunno." He shrugged. "But hey, I'll help you find your friend! You're the first person that hasn't shoo'd me away or called me names in a while..." Despite the gravity of the discrimination he had experienced, Callum giggled as he spoke.

"If he's a monster... I think our best bet is to go towards the city outskirts. That's where all the powerful ones go to hunt unsuspecting travelers." The little elf-creature puffed up its chest and marched ahead of Cecilia.

"Come on, this way!" A look of comical determination was scrawled across his features.[/bg][/fieldbox]
 

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[fieldbox="Cecelia, white, solid, 10"]Cecelia followed, still not believing what she was hearing. Was she dreaming or something? Maybe having a nightmare? She kind of hoped so... hoped that soon she would wake up and everything would be back to normal. But no... this seemed to real... it was all too real.

Cecelia smiled to herself a bit, liking the way that Callum marched forward with such determination. It caused her to let out a very quite and breathy chuckle. Despite the situation... he seemed so goofy. He seemed so out of place in this scenario actually. A blood red fog rolls in... a monster attacks... and then she meets a goofy Darkling. How interesting... all this happened because she went with her instinct of Dominic being quite interesting himself. Well, of course she didn't expect THIS to happen. Still, it was a nice change in a weird way.

Then a thought struck her. What if this is all just her head playing tricks on her? She was declared a mad woman after all... panic flew over her for a second at the thought of her imagining this all up. Maybe right now she was at the asylum.

No... she couldn't afford to think like that right now. She did her best to push those thoughts aside as she continued to follow Callum.

"Are we close to our destination?"[/fieldbox]
 
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