Grey. It was everywhere. The sky was grey, the ground was grey and dusty. The few plants who dared survive in little patches spread around the field She stood in were sad looking. Everything was grey, as if the world dared not have color in the face of her wrath.
She sighed. The world She was currently in was... disappointing.
Then again, weren't they all?
It had been years. Far too many years since She had settled.
She had barely been in this new world a week and She was already aware she would not be welcome to stay any longer.
It was time to move on. The natives of this world had been split between those who had worshiped her and those who wished to kill her for being a false god.
It wasn't as if She wanted to be seen as a god, especially since both parties wanted to sacrifice her to their super god. Who was, who would have guessed it, Male.
Her options, which were to be a bride killed on an altar or thrown into a volcano as an honor killing, were unsurprising unattractive.
She was starting to miss the old days of Royal court, where the most you had to expect was assassination, incest, hostile takeovers, and political maneuvering all disguised as harmless gossip. At least they had baths.
With a wave of her hand, She summoned a portal. Stepping through, She started walking through Chaos.
To describe chaos was hard. It was all the colors that could possibly exist and quite a few that shouldn't. It was ancient and young. Energetic and vampiric in nature. Opposites working in harmony.
She walked a narrow path, with worlds branching off like tree limbs beneath her feet. Intertwined and connected yet distant.
There were few who dared to go off the beaten path where laid poisonous death and beauty that killed slowly and instantaneously.
Chaos was beautiful, in its own way. It was slow and fast, bright and dull at the same time.
Sometimes, She felt that it might be the only time She was ever at peace.
Unexpectedly, She felt a violent tug at her being, like someone threw a rope around her core and pulled.
"What-?" Suddenly She was flying, tumbling. Missing a step in the staircase of the universe. And down She rolled.
'This had never happened before.'
Of course, there were the occasional summoning by cultists but it had never been this violent before. It had also never happened whilst She was knee-deep in Chaos.
Green was swirling all around her. Suffocatingly green, pushing at her from all sides. She couldn't breathe, everything was too tight, her skin taut around her face.
Suddenly, with a slam, She fell to her knees.
She kneeled there, gulping in deep breaths as She desperately tried to get oxygen into her starving lungs. Pathetic for all the world to see.
The ground was rocky and hard beneath her palms, unforgiving in nature.
Finally catching her bearings, She looked around in confusion.
Everything was green and at the edges everything became darker, fading into an abyss.
"What the fuck."
Dusting herself off, She started walking.
It felt like miles before she came across another living being.
"Hello? Anyone out there?" They called out.
She came nearer to the person.
"Hello?"
They squinted at her. "Who are you? Where are we?"
"I was hoping you would know." She drawled.
Suddenly there was a chittering sound from behind them. They turned to look and immediately ran as giant spiders started chasing them.
Up ahead on a hill stood a glowing figure with a cape flowing straight up behind their head.
Together they went, scrabbling up the rocks. The stranger was up ahead when suddenly She was slipping and the glowing figure was reaching to grip the stranger's hand.
The stranger reached behind them and caught her hand just as she started to fall. She gripped their hand tightly.
Everything exploded in a sea of green.
"Who are you?"
She was kneeling in a dungeon, chained to the floor. Pitiful. If they thought they could keep her here with only thin chains to protect them, they were going to be in for a rude fucking awakening. This was child's play compared to some of the situations She found herself in.
How She ended up in a dungeon, She couldn't truly say. She had woken up in lots of dungeons before but She was mostly able to recall how that happened.
After waking up in the green place and grabbing the stranger's hand, everything else just fell away like grains of sand.
She had woken up wet after the dark-haired woman who was now interrogating her had seen to wake her with a bucket of water. She really hated these types of people. The people who always thought they were better than everyone else, that thought they could break her like some common unruly mutt.
She had suffered worse. She had survived worse. She had lived past and forgotten worse.
She would not break.
She smirked.
"Yennefer of Vengerburg."