Jade opens her eyes, waking with a pounding headache. As her eyes slowly open, she finds herself in the weirdest place she has ever found herself. The air around her is a dark purple, then bright yellow, purple, yellow. Between each switch is a single moment of black. Her eyes open wider, looking around frantically. her arms are connected at the wrist by a strange green energy, her legs not seeming to function at all. She looks up, finding herself confronted by three large generic objects, a being standing on each one. To the left is her dog, becquerel. She reaches out for him, but the handcuffs hurt if she lifts her arms to far. She forces her gaze away from her dog, to the left box. Standing on it is a strange cat, looking like a mirror to becquerel. In the middle is the strangest of the three, a man standing about four feet wearing a green suit with a cueball for a head. "Where am-" jade cries at the three before her, before her words are cut off. No matter how much she tries to speak, she cant get the words out. A voice emanates from the walls around her, the middle one's voice resounding from every direction "Welcome, Jade Harley, Witch of Space, Partial First Guardian. I'm sure you have many questions, but that isn't why you are here. You've been killed by the late, now living, Sylph of Light, and are here to be judged if your death is heroic, just, or completely irrelevant."
The entity cleans it's throat, which might be a politeness extended. A scroll unrolls in front of him, but the color and shape don't stay consistent, constantly changing. "Now, the only thing that might consider it a permanent death is being corrupted by a certain troll, until you lost consciousness due to a out of control page of hope. Upon losing consciousness, you lost your possession, and that is when the house fell on you. Well, given the circumstances, My companions and I state that-"
The realm flicked to back, 6 dots of cerulean color with one bigger on in the center appearing on the strange man's face. "Your death is just" He says as the room flicks to dots fade from his face as he raises his hand high into the air. The handcuffs on her wrists morph quickly into dark purple energy, such pain coursing through her that her whole body is contorted into a silent scream, feeling like she was having her entire being ripped molecule by molecule. Then all is silent.
forever