"Eris…" A voice, faint and calm beckoned in the high wind. Blurry and slurred was her vision, the woman turned from the fog that laid below her and to the call of a hand. A hand that branched out toward her in an attempt to retrieve. The woman looked toward the hand and saw nothing but the soft finger tips in which it owned, nothing beyond the palm. Such a sight brought disorient to the woman as her heart began to speed up in pace.
"Come to me." The voices took over at this point, the calming and soothing sound of a person once familiar turned raspy and unpleasant; at an instant the woman's skin became that of gooseflesh and her eyes wide and glossed over like a deer in headlights. The eyes staring at nothing more than the hand which remained unchanged. As such this woman's mind became numb to the situation, as if trying to await the ordeal to pass like a bad cough, but the patience was wearing thin with each second as voices coming by the fives and tens began to infiltrate her mind. They had always told her horrid things, of people who would suffer and the becoming of ghastly creatures only the darkness would bore, but this time the voices directed towards her… Telling her to jump. So intimidated and frozen with fear, trapped within herself unable to recoil. It was then the hand that had branched out to her had inched closer to her being and the instinct to escape was much stronger than resistance. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing emerged; her legs powered by instinct began to run and eventually growing numb in the wind as she plummeted like a bird of game shot from the sky.