Jarven found himself…. On an island?
But this was no sunny day, beach time adventure, no…. The sands were an odd gray color and it seemed the lands themselves were drained of color, an odd, heavy feeling in the air.
The man's armor suddenly felt so out of place…. Why was he wearing it….?
Deciding not to attract more attention than needed, Jarven stripped down to his shirt and pants beneath, nearly falling over at the sound of a shrill scream in the distance.
And that's when it hit him.
Jarven suddenly knew exactly where he was…. And it honestly scared him shit-less.
He found himself frozen to the sands, eyes trained on the pitch black thickness of forest before him.
He jumped when something suddenly moved about his ankle and spun around only to find the sea receding.
His gaze drifted out over the water.
No boat, his clothes weren't wet, and if their was land anywhere nearby, the gray fog thickened up too much before he could see it.
…. How did he get here….?
An all too familiar chuckle suddenly violated his ears and his eyes widened.
Just as Jarven spun back around, he found the shadows of the forest stretching out and quickly towards him, slowly surrounding his feet.
Why…. Couldn't he move….?
"Evelynn!" He cried out then. "I know this is you! Stop this madness!"
"You know…." Her voice echoed suddenly from somewhere close though un-pinpointable. "They say if you're falling in a dream but you don't wake up before you land…. That you die in real life…."
Next thing the man knew, he was at least 40 feet in the air, staring down at the islands with his feet suddenly above his head, being held up by a long tendril of shadows.
The laugh rang again.
"I wounder if that's true~"