*Cheyenne's POV*

I was asleep for a bit when I woke up. From the sounds of it, the storm outside had finally subsided. Smacking my lips, I noticed my mouth was rather dry. So, I placed my polar bear plushie aside, and got up.

Wait...polar bear plushie?

I swore I had a Cleffa plushie before I went to bed. It turns out I didn't in that case. The polar bear was really detailed; it had fleecy, snow colored fur and a polished, black nose that seemed to be constructed from obsidian of some sort. It also had beady eyes with a gleaming pupil surrounded by a burnt sienna iris. I couldn't remembering ever having a such a polar bear plush. I guess I must've dug it up from somewhere before I went to bed or something...

I took a few steps, as my slippers made a clicking sound against the oak flooring of my room. I don't ever remembering my slippers doing that either. Everything seemed to have changed; even my hair that hung to my ribs was off of my shoulders, and tied into a strange updo of some sort.

It was the middle of the night, and I was fatigued, so things must've been strange. I ambled over to the door, and opened it up. However, instead of the hallway I expected to see, I was greeted with completely different surroundings.

Everything was stone - the ceiling, the floor, the walls. In a lot of the places, there were shining crystals and stalagmites hanging from the ceiling. A couple of puddles were pooled on the ground. The entire place was crepuscular, and rather cold, too. However, I thought it was beautiful, and it reminded me of someone...but who?

Just then, someone came strolling down the hall. When they saw me, they stopped about ten or fifteen feet away, as if they knew to keep their distance. It was a man who was much taller than me, probably six-foot-four. He had navy blue eyes that were so dark they looked nearly black, and jet black hair that was kind of short, but not too short. His skin was extremely pale - you could nearly see his veins. He wore a black turban of some sort, a black robe that reached his knees, and the sleeves to his pants , and his shoes were just the same color of black. Around his neck were two necklaces; one of them was a choker, and seemed to be woven from orange, tan, purple, and green materials of some sort. The other was a longer, tan string that had a silver cross-type symbol resting on his chest. This man seemed to resemble something...or someone. Was it...?

"Hades?!," I cried out in shock.