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Out of the stars dark current, into the fangs of the light

There were flashes of images before her eyes in the darkness -bits and pieces of a whole that she could not name or place. Things that she should not -could not- have been able to see. But did anyway.

Memories from the eyes of sharks, circling closer, ripping at heavy silks to find flesh, searching. Blood in the water -and dark currents, pulling her further and further away.

The beasts follow their prey.

Whispers in the water, telling of The Coming. And images of something bigger that twirls around her in the depths. Flashes of teeth and scales. Roaring waves that overtake all -a storm felt even by those who know not the touch of air.

The great boiling anger of the gods, unpleased with their offerings.

Blood in the water.

Voices that should not be -not in this place. Calling out -searching. Looking for something in the blackness that is not dark. Slowly losing it's color.

There is empty here. Emptiness and calm. Words that mean nothing -sound like nothing. But they echo. In voices and tones she cannot place but feel familiar to her. Scales and fur and floating in this nothingness that is a space.

She sees greenness invading her empty. And it calls to her.

So she follows it back to the blood in the water.

Note: Oh my. I went there. Sorry guys, but this is a huuuuuge part of the plot. Sorry, but yes. this did just happen. As always though; Reviews are a very nice thing to leave.