Disclaimer: I do not own the Avalon: Web of Magic/Quest for Magic series or the song "Selling Out". They belong to Rachel Roberts and Tristania respectively.
Sorry I didn't update last week, but I decided to have a life that weekend and then had a lot of schoolwork during the week. But enjoy the third chapter (sorry it's so short)!
Am I alive?
Feels like dying
Down, down
Fists are striking me
It gets so dark
Or are my eyes blinded?
Down, down
Boots are kicking me
The coward, the sinner, the theif
The liar, the misfit, the creep
Emily hiked through Ravenswood Preserve in the bitter cold, trying to gather her thoughts. The scenes from her nightmare played out in her head, crystal clear. She could still feel the thing's bloodthirsty evil behind her, causing her to look back, just for comfort. But instead of a fearsome monster, the only things she saw were the bare trees coated with new frost. Two does stepped lightly across the path, glancing quickly at Emily and then darting into the woods gracefully. Emily sighed and brushed a lock of curly red hair from her face. It was just a dream, she tried to tell herself.
The Healer looked up at the shining winter sun, squinting against its rays. A freezing wind blew, chilling her to the bone. A few leaves and weak branches moved with the wind, instantly changing the calm, serene atmosphere to sinister and foreboding. The gray sky no longer seemed so comforting. Emily blinked as her vision began to waver-- then clutched her head in pain.
She screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the forest, startling birds and animals enjoying the quiet afternoon. The unbearable pain in her head wouldn't relent, and she sank to her knees, praying for it to stop. Emily opened her eyes, still hurting, but realized that she was no longer in Ravenswood.
I'm running out of steps to walk
Of air to breathe
And words to talk
I'm running out of noise to make
Of jokes to tell
And hearts to break
The white-hot pain faded slowly until it was an uncomfortable throb in the back of her mind. Emily looked around at her new surroundings, taking in the immense, cavernous rock walls and sparse trees.
But one could not miss the massacre.
Animals lay on their sides, dead or dying. Emily looked for the usual culprit--black fire-- but there were no visible marks on these animals. They seemed to have just dropped dead. Emily looked into the distance. A soft blue mist hung around the area, but the Healer didn't pay it any heed, for bright bursts of magic lit up the sky to the east. Very familiar magic, in fact. Diamond-white fire exploded with a loud crack, and blue and golden magic followed.
"Where am I?" She called out to no one, her voice bouncing off the walls and rushing back to her, increasing her headache a million times. She squeezed her eyes shut once again, and when she opened them, she was back in the familiar forest. Emily leaned against a tree, gasping for breath, tears stinging her eyes.
For days burned and frozen lies
The years that passed me by
The child in me just died
The scars in me will never heal
An overdose of nothingness
My visions are for sale-- I'm selling out
Adriane's head jerked up as she heard the bloodcurdling scream. She capped the bottle of rubbing alcohol and threw the cotton ball away. She pulled down her left sleeve, covering old scars. The dark-haired Warrior called Dreamer telepathically, telling him to find the source of the scream as she charged out of the cottage.
"It's Emily!" He cried in her head. "Near the Rocking Stone!"
The ancient monument came into view, as well as Emily's powder blue jacket and unmistakable red hair. Dreamer was already there, pressing his soft black muzzle into her hand.
"Em!" She called. Her friend looked up, and smiled uncertainly.
An overdose of nothingness (I'm selling out)
An overdose of nothingness
An overdose of nothingness
An overdose of nothingness
I am alive, but always falling
Down, down
I hear voices calling me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
The liar, the misfit, the creep
Emily looked up when she heard Adriane's voice. Something wasn't right. Her approaching friend didn't look normal. As she watched, Adriane's facial features changed from concerned to a cruel sneer, her skin changed from tanned to deathly pale, and her dark hair turned silver. Emily backed up. It was the Dark Sorceress!
"Stay away from me!" She yelled, looking at Dreamer. His gentle green eyes transformed to bloodred, and his comforting whimpers to a snarl. Emily turned and ran deeper into the forest, not caring where she ended up. Her only thought was to get away.
I am alive, kind of wasted
Down, down
Hands are reaching me
The coward, the sinner, the theif
The liar, the misfit, the creep
I'm running out of dreams to dream
Of tears to spend
And screams to scream
I'm running out of life again
Smothering...
Turning into dust