If there was a time to run it would be now. Leona's hair, dripping in sweat, was pulled away in a thick well done braid. Her tight tank top didn't help with breathing, but it did allow for more fresh air to hit her sweaty body. Her aura shone bright and she glowed a lovely shade of orange similar to one you'd find in a sunset. However as the attacker neared, it turned into a blood orange, and the aura dimmed and whipped about her lazily. The sunflower that had been once been firmly in place at the side of her head was now dangling loosely as she ran away from the impending attack. Her feet stomped the ground and Graves was running beside her. The river seemed to never end and Dragon pit was only a couple of feet away. There was a slim chance they'd make it back to the turret unscathed, but they had to try. The howling of a wolf filled the moist air and the duos ragged breathing along with their heavy footsteps made the whole scene look as if it were one of fear and terror. The land turned dark and Graves turn to look for Leona. He couldn't find the sun warrior and knew instantly that he would soon perish. Leona's footsteps could still be heard, but a sudden air chilling cry coming from her left made her wince as she knew what was happening. Gunshots and blades fought each other as if they were all part of one eternal nightmare.
Leona's hands trembled. She was now past dragon pit but she could hear the shadows creeping closer. She had wounds all over her body and the stinging pain on her shoulder didn't help while carrying her shield. She managed to be able to flash at the last second right before a beam of pearly light with flower petals shot out of the tri-bush, failing to hit her. Her feet ached, her hands were sore, but she continued to run with a desperate hope of living for just a bit longer. The air got colder until she wished she was in her golden armor instead of her swimming apparel. The turret was so close by. She continued running until her feet were numb. A shadow began being cast over her tanned body. The turret was right in front of her. The attacker's footsteps stopped. The eternal nightmare glared at Leona with a deep hatred but with a sense of arrogance. The other pursuer looked at her in a different way. Confused would be the word. Leona had known this warrior from many suns ago.
Her usually platinum white hair was now a beautifully rich brown, and her grey armor was now a stunning white dress with a skirt that looked like the petals of a blossom. Her eyes were no longer outlined by dark black makeup, but were now softened with soft colors to match her dress. Leona gasped for breath as she recalled. Her chest heaving and her hand clutching her heart. The opposing warrior still stared with a look of wonder, terror, and confusion mixed in with her attempt to look intimidating. Had Leona not known her before this moment, she would've thought that this woman looked as terrifying as the eternal nightmare himself. As soon as that thought finished forming, her surroundings changed and she was back at the summoners platform, regaining strength, but her mind still lingered at the picture of Diana.
There was no business as serious as being the living embodiment of a celestial being. Diana knew this. Her white hair was slowly turning into a rich, dark brown. Her brush lay at her side and she proceeded to brush out all the tangles before her game. She saw her armor being replaced with a silky, soft dress with exotic designs resembling the lunar revel event held a couple months ago. She sighed heavily as she saw the moon symbol on her forehead disappear and be replaced with a gorgeous head dress. She didn't see a point in dressing so fancily for a battle. Her brush clattered to the floor and Diana's hands trembled. In scarlet horror read the words "Bring Down The Sun."
In a state of fear, she knocked down the vanity set's mirror. Time slowed as the mirror fell to the wooden floor. The once polished mirror plummeted downwards with Diana covering her mouth with eyes widened to a point where it looked like she was the living embodiment of fear. The large mirror crashed against the wooden floor, shattering the cursed piece of glass. With shards of crimson glass flying everywhere, the walls soon become decorated with broken glass. Diana stood there, petrified, gasping for breath. Once all the pieces stopped moving, and her choppy breaths became steady, she walked towards the frame that once held the mirror. She stepped around the pieces with agility, and crouched down to the frame. Cautiously bringing the frame up, her eyes glued to it, she finally lifted it up. To her surprise, there was nothing there. Nothing but a few shards of glass that stayed stuck to the frame. She sighed with relief and slowly put the frame down. Diana looked around the room and finally decided upon leaving the glass infested room. She walked to the door and reached for the knob. Before she left her dressing room, she turned around one last time. There was nothing that could have prepared her for seeing all of the red pieces of glass, all the broken pieces and the scratched frame back to where they once stood on her vanity set. No sign of glass, or of the crimson writing remained in the room. Struck with pure awe, she ran out of the room, leaving the demented mirror behind.