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The shadows were eerie, as they always tended to be in that dreamscape. A cold, brutal wind blew the night that Aerin found herself unable to wake, but that was nothing to her. She had grown in the harshest of conditions, where the snow danced in flurries and the storms were violent and dangerous. On those evenings she would normally stay curled up with her friend and life long companion Ezeral. But he wasn't here on this night. No one was.
Staring out over the desolate plains, cracked and dangerous as the earth parted ways, Aerin began to wonder how she had ended up in such a vivid world, trapped in her own mind. It was all so real. She sniffed the air, detecting the distinct scent of charred wood, sulphur, coal, and other scents she couldn't place, simply because she'd never encountered them in her lifespan. Her skin crawled as a burst of heat erupted from a crack near her, and she leapt to the side, yelping in surprise and rubbing her quickly reddening arm. A frown formed on the young E'ljiohn's face, cringing at the pain as it slowly faded. It would be so much easier if she knew where she was or what she was doing there.
'Hello? Is... Is anyone here?' She called, stepping carefully over more cavities in the earth, steam rising from some and unearthly growls rising from others. Where was she? What was this weird place? Was she the only one there? Shaking her head to clear it, Aerin made her way to the ramshackle ruins of what once was probably a brilliant city, full of life and wonder. Glass crunched underfoot as she weaved through the streets, avoiding large holes in the pavement. 'Hello?' How she longed for Ezeral to answer with his whine. A strange scuttle made her brows knit in confusion and abandoning all instinct that told her to ignore it and run, she followed it, scrambling over rubble awkwardly, her white dress becoming quickly smeared with soot and dirt, the material catching on a piece of glass in a window and tearing. 'Come back!'
Just when she thought she had it cornered, she heard a foreboding cracking beneath her feet and the floor collapsed beneath her, plunging her down into the dank depths of a cellar with a scream. She tumbled, bumping down against the walls, scraping her pale skin, leaving red grazes on her limbs and face. Finally she landed painfully, and blinked in surprise and pain. 'Oh...' She managed, pushing herself off the ground. 'Are you alright?' A voice asked from the shadows. 'Who... Who are you?'
A murmur rustled around her and as her eyes adjusted she realised that she was not alone, not in the slightest.
The shadows were eerie, as they always tended to be in that dreamscape. A cold, brutal wind blew the night that Aerin found herself unable to wake, but that was nothing to her. She had grown in the harshest of conditions, where the snow danced in flurries and the storms were violent and dangerous. On those evenings she would normally stay curled up with her friend and life long companion Ezeral. But he wasn't here on this night. No one was.
Staring out over the desolate plains, cracked and dangerous as the earth parted ways, Aerin began to wonder how she had ended up in such a vivid world, trapped in her own mind. It was all so real. She sniffed the air, detecting the distinct scent of charred wood, sulphur, coal, and other scents she couldn't place, simply because she'd never encountered them in her lifespan. Her skin crawled as a burst of heat erupted from a crack near her, and she leapt to the side, yelping in surprise and rubbing her quickly reddening arm. A frown formed on the young E'ljiohn's face, cringing at the pain as it slowly faded. It would be so much easier if she knew where she was or what she was doing there.
'Hello? Is... Is anyone here?' She called, stepping carefully over more cavities in the earth, steam rising from some and unearthly growls rising from others. Where was she? What was this weird place? Was she the only one there? Shaking her head to clear it, Aerin made her way to the ramshackle ruins of what once was probably a brilliant city, full of life and wonder. Glass crunched underfoot as she weaved through the streets, avoiding large holes in the pavement. 'Hello?' How she longed for Ezeral to answer with his whine. A strange scuttle made her brows knit in confusion and abandoning all instinct that told her to ignore it and run, she followed it, scrambling over rubble awkwardly, her white dress becoming quickly smeared with soot and dirt, the material catching on a piece of glass in a window and tearing. 'Come back!'
Just when she thought she had it cornered, she heard a foreboding cracking beneath her feet and the floor collapsed beneath her, plunging her down into the dank depths of a cellar with a scream. She tumbled, bumping down against the walls, scraping her pale skin, leaving red grazes on her limbs and face. Finally she landed painfully, and blinked in surprise and pain. 'Oh...' She managed, pushing herself off the ground. 'Are you alright?' A voice asked from the shadows. 'Who... Who are you?'
A murmur rustled around her and as her eyes adjusted she realised that she was not alone, not in the slightest.