A/N: Hey all! This may look a little different than the last time you saw it. I've edited all of these previous chapters by getting rid of a lot of unnecessary things, and a lot of content that I REALLY don't like now that I'm older. 'Crazy' jokes aren't funny, people. I've also stripped them of their long as heck author's notes, so that won't be taking up any more space, since it's all old news anyway. Nothing has really changed plot-wise, it's all still there with only a few new bits and pieces, but it's mostly just to correct the phrasing of some things and cleaning up spelling errors. If you've already read them, you won't lose anything by skipping them. Cheers!

Obligatory Disclaimer: I don't own lok, I'm not making any money, don't sue me, etc., this applies to the entirety of the fic and all that.

I sighed quietly in frustration. The moon was glaring at me mockingly through the blinds, illuminating the room in it's unnatural white glow. Restless, I snuck out of bed, throwing on my pants and my shoes, silently creeping into the living room. I peered through the window, cursing the weather. It was beautiful outside. The moon was bright and nearly full, looking as if it were merely a cloudy afternoon rather than the darkness of the brink of midnight. But old man winter was being stubborn this year. The daffodils has just started to grow, and patches of green with tiny wildflowers peeked out of the bleak sepia of dead plant life. And yet the old elemental geezer still refused to leave. It was only just 80 degrees this afternoon, any by dark it had plummeted to 20. I could already feel the niggling feeling in the back of my throat.

I already had gotten sick this winter, twice, and I had no wish to experience it again. So rather than risk being lowered into a sickness induced coma for five days straight, I had to remain inside. Dammit.

When the night is like this, if I were alone, whole new worlds would be opened up to me. The moon seemed to enhance my imagination and dimension bending skills, and without it, I would feel as if I were withering away from the inside, the longing to escape to other worlds, making me feel restless and run-down. In other words, I liked to take trips into la-la land during the full moon.

I always loved doing that. Everything seemed real, yet insubstantial during those times. Like, at any moment, some otherworldly creature would skulk out of the shadows and sweep you away. As if anything could pierce and destroy our perception of 'reality', opening your mind to a whole different world. And not in that corny Matrix sort of way.

I think too much. I think that's my problem.

And yet...

Call me weird, but I can nearly feel it. It's tangible to me. Like, a vague smell, or a weird feeling in the winds that keeps on whispering to me, calling me. As if to say: We are here.

Heck, even now I rested in a state between reality and fantasy. It's a nearly microscopically thin line that separates the two, and yet it's starting to blur. There were just...little things...that kept on telling me it was possible. ANYTHING is possible. I knew that for sure. But I had yet to fully realize it.

It was one of those restless nights again. I paced the floor like a caged lion, wincing slightly every time the floor creaked. My cat sat by the window, her silhouette broken my the glare of her reflective eyes, the two green glowing orbs following my movements with a slight disinterest.

I was huffing with frustration on the inside.

'Dammit! There has to be more to life than this! I mean, there has to be some sort of significant event that going to happen soon. I can feel it in my bones. But WHEN? I'm tired of waiting. Oh, so tired.'

I rounded on my heel to the other side of the room.

'I need to break out of here. Break out of this reality. How?'

I stopped my pacing and lowered myself onto the couch, sighing deeply and scrubbing at my face with my hands. 'Is it never too much to ask if someone could do it for me for once? I've been good. A good, quiet little girl. Why can't the universe just grant me this one favor?'

I stilled. A chill ran up my spine, spreading out into a constant buzzing sensation throughout my body. It was that familiar call that I had always answered to, the one that settled into my very bones and beckoned to me. The calling of the 'other world'. Completely ignoring logical reason as to why I shouldn't, I just took up a sweater and stepped outside, briskly walking up to the front yard.

I stood in the middle of the mix of dead and newly grown grass, head tilted upward, soaking in the moon. The buzzing intensified, and my heart started beating a little faster. The air pressure seemed to change, and a strange, droning sound slowly filtered through my hearing.

'Is this it?' I thought, a little scrap of hope slowly growing in the back of my mind.

The wind picked up and chilled me, but I quelled my shivers. Right now I needed to focus. I closed my eyes, the moonlight shining right through my eyelids, and the sound intensified.

The droning quickly faded into a vague ringing in my ears, and the wind stopped. I opened my eyes.

Nothing. Not even the slightest feeling in my gut, save for the last scraps of exhilaration from the quickly fading hope and excitement. Everything was stilled, and I was left, standing in the middle of my yard, in nothing but a night shirt, bike shorts, and a thin sweater, shivering periodically, staring at the moon.

'You idiot.' I thought bitterly.

I sighed, tearing my gaze away from the moon. Being that I was already out here, I went and sat on the front porch, noticing a chalk drawing that I made a few weeks ago of what could have been considered a mural. It was an Ancient, hefting the Soul Reaver, locked in battle with a fearsome dragon. I had a thing for dragons too, and held onto the small belief that they existed. How do you think they became a widespread concept all over the world? Especially during ancient times, when civilizations were separate from one another? They're either hiding, or they became extinct during medieval times.

Surrounding the mural was a network of pillar symbols, glyphs, elements, and clans that all connected together in one way or another. I studied the picture in the moonlight, the pale glow making it look different than it did in broad daylight.

I had a sudden foreboding feeling settling in my stomach, and my heart seemed to pause for a moment. I took a deep breath, trying to will it away. It could have something to do with the fact that I hadn't had anything to eat all day except for a few cups of espresso.

I was startled and jumped slightly when I heard some rustling noises, and a dull clattering sound. I turned around in time to see one of the larger stray cats dash away from the fallen trash bin.

I sighed in relief, the tension flowing away. I didn't want to think about robbers or miscreants, especially when I didn't have my knife with me. I turned back around to look at the mural again, but this time I found two black smudges. As my eyes adjusted to the shadows of the porch, I realized, it wasn't a shadow, or even some cryptic symbol of a ghost.

I followed it upward, until...

'HOLY CRAP... IS THAT A FREAKING A-'

It was upon me in a heartbeat, not even giving me a chance to finish my thoughts.