Author's Note: Hello, dear readers! Just a really quick note for you guys. Thanks for all of your support thus far, I really appreciate it! I'd just like to point out that, yes, this chapter really is this short. It was originally intended to be a part of Chapter 8 - The Ballet of Blades, but as I was editing it, I realized that this section did not make much sense in the overall context of the rest of chapter. So I decided that it was best to be released as a teeny, tiny little chapter, instead of cutting it out of the story altogether. And that's all I got, haha. I hope you guys are all doing well, and that you enjoy the coming chapters! :)
Chapter Seven
The Return
Perhaps I have more vivid dreams than most, but…
Have you ever had a dream, or a nightmare, where the ground is literally ripped out from beneath you, and you are falling, falling, falling through the air – only to awaken once you hit the bottom of the abyss? Your mortal body even reacts to the dream.
I have experienced this sensation more than once. That is what being thrust out of the Void feels like. At least to me, anyways.
I was soaked in sweat, and my body frustratingly could not decide if it was hot or cold. My eyes had snapped open, and were unusually blurry. My breathing was far too heavy, and I embarrassingly was shaking like a leaf. But it was over…It was finally all over…
I am free of that…that torment.
Yet…where am I?
Everything is so…fuzzy. I must have…hit my head or something. That would make the most sense, would it not? I was…doing a ritual, and something happened…I cannot seem to recall what. Then the Outsider spoke to me and trapped me inside of my own head…
…Right?
By the Void, what have I gotten myself into now?
I am sorry…Really, I am. Yet, I sincerely need a moment to…try and contemplate all of this…
