Darkness. She floats in a sea of it. Numb and without form. Is it floating though, if there is no water? If it is, is it still floating if you have no arms, no legs, no body? Only a soul chilling silence responded her thoughts, setting despair into her being. She wondered how long she had been here. Had she always been here? She could not remember a life beyond the endless sea of black tar.
Realization struck her like lightning.
She knew that she was female.
It comes rushing back to the front of her mind. She remembers breathing crisp air. She remembers the silence above the clouds, and the roar of the storms. She remembers the feeling of beating her wings against the air as her body lifts off the ground. Its the memory magic that truly startles her. She remembers it. her magic, as it flows through her blood and singing a beautiful tune everytime she summoned it. Flowering through her body, under her flesh. Her aura enveloping her flesh and pushing against the veil, taking shape as beautiful flames.
She was alive.
She was alive.
She is suddenly afraid. The memory of breath makes her feel as if she is suffocating. The memory of wind as it rushed past her, the sound of it, made the silence overwhelming. The memory of flight, the ability to move, makes her realize that she can't move. The memory of magic, it makes her realise she cannot summon any of it. Makes her feel lost and alone.
Panic surges, pulses through, her soul. It is pure torture as she compares her previous existence to what she is now.
She can't breath, can't hear, can't move, can't feel.
When the green flash of light engulfs her, its like she had her eyes closed the entire time and when she opened them there was light. She inhales deeply and relief beyond comprehension floods her being. Suddenly, she is grabbed and jerked into running.
"Elizabeth! We need to go!" Her eyes turn and sees a human. he is pulling her.
Elizabeth?
Confusion flits through her and her gaze scanning the surrounding area as she is pulled up the incline. The ground is ashen and near black, devoid of life. The sky is black, with swirls of green. Her eyes widen as a scattering sound reaches her. She looks back and is met with demons, taking the shape of swirls of darkness. They whisper about her experience in the dark.
Unable to feel-Unable to see-Unable to breathe-
Unable to move-
The whispers overlap in her native tongue and she turns her head forward, trying to block their voices as she focuses on running, she stumbles and pain radiates in her torso.
"Elizabeth! Come on!" The human man yells, his tone is shrill from fear, she notices a green glow in his palm.
Who is Elizabeth? She is-
A glowing woman at the top of the hill reaches for him and his glowing palm grasps the glowing womans hand. He yanks her as hard as he can and suddenly the two are collapsing on ashen ground.
Her gaze turns to look at the man, he struggles to get his elbows, looking for her. His eyes meet hers, his expression relaxes to relief, and they roll back into his head. He falls, ash fanning around them. She looks up, the sky is glowing green and swirling dangerously. The magic that pulses from the obvious portal of sorts presses against her aura making her nauseous. It whispers against her skin wishing to tell her something, but unable to convey anything.
Disoriented, she reaches for the sky and pauses as a human hand crosses her gaze.
"Survivors!' A voice yells, in a language she cannot understand, its the same one the unconscious man next to her spoke.
She barely hears the man, though, as she turns the hand in her gaze. Vision blurred, she flexes the fingers and frowns as it responds to her commands. The hand becomes heavy, too heavy to sustain, and she winces as it falls limply. Her side is in pain and warm, it is then that she notices every breath pulls at the pain. Adrenaline, her thoughts provide. It had kept her from feeling pain. Her head lulls in the same direction and she sees approaching soldiers, they are human.
"Are you alright?" A soldier says then turns away from her, "This one is conscious, but she's injured and in shock I think."
Her breath is shallow and she struggles to keep her eyes open, she is afraid to close them. Afraid she will end up in the floating darkness again, she was there for so long.
"Gaandeix siid..." Her native tongue spills from her lips with ease as she pleas for help.
She does not see the confused looks the soldiers share as her mind is pulled into the fade, into unconsciousness.
As her eyes open in the fade, she is greeted by what appears to be, a human woman.
"Hello, Ysabeau"
Her language has frequent consistancy and is not randomized, is is planned and has an appropriate translation.
Gaandeix siid * Help/Assist me * gah-ahn-d-eh-ks ss-ih-d
Ysabeau * pronunciation * Iz-AH-b-oh