A.N: I would like to thank all whom have read, reviewed, or both. I did a little research and there is long range communication and teleportation spells in Skyrim I just adjusted it a bit to fit my needs. Please let me know if there are any issues.
P.S: I do not own Skyrim, Dragon Age, or any of the characters.
Chapter 15,
With a swiftness born of necessity, Elena sprinted through the secret passage, her heart pounding in rhythm with her hurried footsteps. The dimly lit corridor whispered secrets of escape as she quickly emerged into the well-shaded alcove where Duncan had hidden her family.
Stepping into the shadows, she caught sight of her family, their faces pale with fear yet hopeful at her arrival. Turning to Duncan, her expression was a mix of urgency and resolve. "I have a plan to get my family to safety once we're clear of the guards," she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil brewing around them. "If you trust me, let me go get some horses. We can be out of here before they even know we're gone." She met his gaze with unwavering determination, unwilling to let her fear betray her.
Duncan's brow furrowed with concern. "The stables aren't far, but I've spotted a soldier or two lingering nearby," he cautioned, his eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of danger.
Elena felt a surge of adrenaline course through her. She nodded, the weight of her family's safety resting heavily on her shoulders. "I'll be quick," she promised, her voice firm. Without another word, she slipped into the darkness, her form melding with the shadows as she headed toward the stables, every instinct sharpened and alert for any threat that might stand in her way.
Elena moved through the shadows with a grace that belied the urgency of her mission, her footsteps silent against the cold, damp ground. The darkness enveloped her like a cloak, each step calculated as she navigated the twists and turns of the narrow path. She felt the familiar thrill of adrenaline coursing through her veins, sharpening her senses and heightening her awareness of every rustle and creak around her.
It wasn't long before she reached the medium-sized stables, a humble structure that stood resolute against the night. A surge of exhilaration flooded her as she caught sight of Sheton and Rain, their familiar forms illuminated by the faint light seeping through the cracks in the wooden walls. They shifted restlessly in their stalls, their breaths misting in the cool air, eyes wide with apprehension as they sensed the tension of the night.
Stepping into the stable, Elena took a moment to calm herself. The earthy scent of hay and leather filled her lungs, grounding her amidst the chaos. She approached Sheton first, running her hand along his sturdy neck. "Easy, boy," she whispered, feeling the warmth of his coat beneath her fingertips. The stallion responded with a soft nicker, his trust in her unwavering.
With practiced efficiency, she began saddling her two horses, the leather straps feeling familiar and reassuring in her hands. Each click of the buckles echoed in the stillness of the stable, a rhythmic reminder of her determination. As she secured Rain's saddle, she glanced toward the adjacent stall, where a grey mare stood, shifting anxiously from hoof to hoof. Her coat glistened softly in the dim light, and her large, expressive eyes seemed to reflect the uncertainty of the night.
"You're coming with us," Elena murmured, her voice gentle yet firm. She approached the mare slowly, offering a soothing hand. The mare leaned into her touch, sensing Elena's calm amid the brewing storm outside. With a few deft movements, Elena saddled the grey mare, ensuring the straps were secure but comfortable, whispering reassurances all the while.
Elena moved with utmost stealth as she navigated the moonlit path back to where her family and Duncan were hiding. Each step was deliberate, the cool night air sharp against her skin as she listened for any sign of guards. To her surprise, the silence enveloping the area remained unbroken; it seemed fortune favored her tonight.
As she emerged into the open air, the familiar shapes of her family came into view, their forms partially concealed by the shadows cast by the stables. Orianna stood close to Oren, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides, while Oren's posture was tense, his eyes darting around, vigilant for any threat. The night was heavy with anticipation, and Elena felt a weight settle in her chest, knowing that their next moves were crucial.
She stepped closer, feeling the warm breath of the horses behind her as they shifted in their stalls. "Orianna, you and Oren will ride Rain, the sand-colored mare," she commanded, her voice low but resolute, cutting through the tension like a knife. Relief washed over Orianna's face as the decision settled into place, while Oren nodded, determination replacing his earlier anxiety.
Turning her attention to Duncan, she continued, "You'll ride the grey mare. I'll take Mother with me on Sheton." Her tone left little room for argument; every detail mattered now, and her family needed to know they could rely on her.
Duncan met her gaze with a mix of admiration and concern. He understood the weight of responsibility she bore, and his own resolve deepened in the face of her determination.
Elena glanced at the horses, their sleek forms shimmering in the moonlight, and felt a rush of adrenaline surge through her. The shadows of the night held both danger and promise, and she could hear the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze, a reminder that time was slipping away.
"Let's move quickly," she urged softly, her voice a blend of courage and reassurance. They were all in this together, and she would lead them into the unknown, determined to protect her family and escape whatever peril awaited them.
The others swiftly mounted their horses, the soft thud of hooves against the earth mingling with the nervous rustle of the surrounding foliage. Duncan moved with purpose to assist Elena, his expression a blend of concern and determination. With careful hands, he helped her lift her unconscious mother onto the powerful black horse, Sheton, whose muscles rippled beneath the weight, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. The horse's deep, steady breathing provided a calming presence in the midst of the chaos.
Once they were all mounted, Elena shot a quick, meaningful look at Duncan, a silent exchange filled with urgency and trust. She nodded, her heart racing in anticipation of what lay ahead. "We need somewhere safe and secluded for me to do what I need to do," she stated, her voice steady, cutting through the tension that clung to the night air like a shroud.
"I assume you know a spot out of range of the soldiers?" she asked, her eyes searching his for assurance. The weight of her responsibility pressed down on her, but her determination burned brighter than any fear.
Duncan met her gaze, his brow furrowing in thought. "There's a clearing about three miles from here, nestled deep between the trees," he replied, his voice calm yet urgent. "It's well hidden from view, surrounded by thick underbrush. We should be safe there."
Elena felt a wave of relief wash over her at his response, her chest loosening slightly. "Good. Let's move," she urged, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and hope. With a swift motion, she urged Sheton forward, the stallion responding instantly to her command, his powerful legs propelling them into the night.
As they galloped into the darkness, the wind whipped through her hair, and the cool night air filled her lungs. The world around them blurred into a haze of shadows and moonlight, the forest looming large and ancient. Elena could hear the distant echo of footsteps and muffled voices from the guards still searching, and her heart raced at the thought of being discovered.
With every stride, she felt the weight of her mother's unconscious form resting against her, a reminder of what was at stake. The sounds of nature enveloped them—the rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the steady heartbeat of her family behind her—as they raced toward the safety of the clearing.
Duncan led the way, his familiarity with the terrain guiding them through the dense underbrush and winding trails. Elena focused on the path ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of what she needed to do once they reached their destination
At the speed they rode, urgency guiding their every movement, the journey was a silent one, each rider keenly aware of the need for stealth. The night air was thick with tension, and the only sounds were the rhythmic pounding of hooves against the earth and the soft rustle of leaves as they maneuvered through the dense underbrush. They dared not speak, each rider lost in their thoughts, fearful of alerting any potential ambushers lying in wait nearby.
The forest enveloped them, dark and foreboding, the trees standing sentinel as they raced past. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that heightened their senses. Elena's heart pounded not only from the exertion but from the weight of responsibility that pressed down on her—her family's safety depended on her choices and her courage.
As the minutes ticked by, it didn't take more than an hour for them to reach their destination. Just as the clearing came into view, Elena felt a subtle shift in the weight on her horse. She glanced down to see that Eleanor had stirred, her mother's eyelids fluttering open. But there was no immediate recognition in her gaze. Eleanor's eyes were downcast and unfocused, a veil of confusion clouding her expression as she tried to comprehend her surroundings.
Concern tightened in Elena's chest. She leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mother, we're almost there," she assured, her heart aching at the sight of her mother's disorientation. The last thing she wanted was for Eleanor to feel fear or uncertainty in this moment.
Eleanor blinked slowly, her brow furrowing as she attempted to piece together what had happened. Elena could see the flicker of understanding begin to dawn, but her mother's strength seemed momentarily sapped, the events of the night taking their toll.
Elena stayed close behind Duncan, allowing him to lead the way through the labyrinth of trees and shadows. His familiarity with the terrain gave her a sense of reassurance, and she focused on the rhythmic sound of hooves against the earth, pushing aside her worries for the moment. As they moved deeper into the forest, Duncan suddenly turned into a thicket of trees, slowing to a halt as the path opened up before them.
Elena followed closely, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight. Before her lay a large clearing, hidden from view by a thick curtain of brush and towering trees that stood like sentinels around the perimeter. The moonlight bathed the area in a soft glow, illuminating patches of wildflowers and grass that danced gently in the breeze. "I'm almost surprised he knew of this place," she thought, a flicker of admiration for Duncan igniting within her.
Duncan dismounted first, landing with a muted thud on the forest floor. He turned to Elena, his expression focused as he approached her and her mother. "Let's get her down gently," he said, his voice low and steady. With careful hands, he helped Elena maneuver her mother off Sheton, easing her into his arms. Eleanor remained silent, her eyes still unfocused, but Elena could feel the warmth radiating from her mother's body, a reassuring presence amid the uncertainty.
Once Eleanor was safely on the ground, Duncan moved to assist Orianna and Oren, who were dismounting from their own horses with a mixture of relief and concern etched on their faces. "Are you both alright?" he asked, his gaze flicking between them as he helped steady Rain and the grey mare.
Elena knelt beside her mother, brushing a strand of hair from Eleanor's forehead, her heart aching at the sight of her vulnerable state. "We're safe now, Mother," she whispered, hoping her words would bring some comfort, even if Eleanor couldn't respond.
"We cannot risk a fire here, but we can rest for the remainder of the night," Duncan stated softly, his eyes scanning the perimeter of the clearing as if assessing the safety of their temporary sanctuary. The weight of his words settled over the group, an unspoken understanding that they were still very much in danger.
Elena nodded, her heart racing as she absorbed the implications of their situation. She looked around at her family—Orianna's worried eyes, Oren's tense posture, and Eleanor's frail form resting on the ground. The night felt heavy with uncertainty, and she knew they needed to remain vigilant.
"How long will it take you to do what you need to do?" Duncan asked, his curiosity piqued as he turned his gaze to Elena. His expression was a mixture of concern and respect, recognizing that she held the key to their escape.
Shaking her head, Elena let out a small breath, the tension in her chest easing just slightly as she gathered her thoughts. "I have to get in contact with someone, but hopefully, that won't take too long," she explained, her voice steady despite the weight of her responsibility. "What will take time is preparing the teleportation spell."
At the mention of the word "spell," Orianna's eyes shot wide open, glistening with a mix of disbelief and apprehension. Her breath hitched as she exchanged a glance with Duncan, who was visibly taken aback, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Teleportation?" Duncan echoed, the term foreign on his lips. "What do you mean? You can just… transport us somewhere?"
Elena could see the mixture of skepticism and concern on his face. "It's not as simple as it sounds," she replied, sensing the weight of their uncertainty. "I need to connect with someone on the other side, and it takes time to prepare the magic properly."
"But isn't that dangerous?" Duncan pressed, his voice low, eyes darting as if trying to grasp the enormity of what she was suggesting. "I've never heard of such magic before."
"I know it sounds daunting," Elena said, her voice firm but gentle. "But this is our best chance to escape. I've done it before. The key is to focus on the connection with the person I need to reach. The further we are from danger, the more effective it will be."
Elena could feel Orianna's worry and Duncan's disbelief hanging in the air, but she pressed on. "I just need to concentrate. We won't be in danger for long. If you see or hear anything, warn me immediately."
Duncan nodded and moved to sit beside Eleanor, who was finally beginning to come around. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to piece together her surroundings, the faint glow of the moonlight illuminating her weary features. Orianna and Oren joined Duncan, both appearing uncertain, their faces a mixture of concern and confusion as they settled in beside him.
As they sat down, Oren instinctively leaned against his mother, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up with him. Within moments, he succumbed to sleep, his small body relaxing against Orianna, who gently brushed a hand through his hair, offering him a sense of comfort in the midst of turmoil.
Elena observed her family for a moment, feeling a swell of love and responsibility, before she shifted her focus. Taking a deep breath, she sat cross-legged on the soft earth, closing her eyes to shut out the world around her. Her heart raced, but she knew she needed to center herself.
"Alright, I need to concentrate on Wuunferth," she thought, visualizing the elderly mage who served King Ulfric. He was wise and knowledgeable, with a depth of experience that made him the perfect ally for what she was about to attempt. She pictured him in her mind—the way he often stroked his long beard while deep in thought, the flicker of candlelight dancing in his study, surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls.
As she focused her mind on Wuunferth, she began to feel the delicate threads of magic weaving together, forming a connection. It was as if a bridge of energy had opened up between them, a warm glow pulsing in her mind, gradually growing stronger. She could almost sense his presence, an echo of familiarity that reassured her.
The moment the connection fully formed, Elena felt a rush of energy surge through her. She maintained her concentration, allowing the magic to flow, drawing on her memories of Wuunferth's teachings and the bond they shared. She whispered a silent prayer for his guidance and support, channeling her intentions toward him.
Elena's heart steadied, and she felt the world around her fade into a soft blur. The chaos of their escape faded, leaving only the connection she was nurturing with the mage. She reached out, determined to bring her family to safety, knowing that Wuunferth was her best chance to ensure they could find a new haven away from the dangers that lurked behind them.
"Wuunferth, I need your help!" Elena thought urgently through the connection, her heart racing as she reached out to the elderly mage. He had been her magic teacher for almost a year and an ally even longer than that; their bond was forged in shared knowledge and mutual respect. She knew he would sense her desperation.
"What do you need, dear child?" he replied swiftly, his voice resonating in her mind with the clarity of a bell tolling in the distance.
"I need you to wake King Ulfric and prepare a long-range teleportation spell," she urged, her thoughts laced with urgency. "I will give you the details of why through a familiar, but right now, I need to get my family to safety."
Elena pushed her feelings of haste and urgency through the connection, willing him to understand the gravity of their situation. She could almost visualize Wuunferth in his study, his brow furrowed in concentration as he absorbed her words. She knew he was attuned to her emotions, sensing the fear for her family and the determination driving her.
"Stay calm, Elena," Wuunferth replied, his voice a soothing balm amidst her racing thoughts. "I will rouse the king and prepare the spell at once. You must hold the connection steady; your focus is vital. Keep concentrating. I will rush to the King." He promised.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Wuunferth ran as fast as his old legs could carry him, urgency propelling him forward. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery light across the stone corridors of the castle. Night had barely fallen, but the king and queen often succumbed to slumber quickly after the day's toils.
Wuunferth's heart raced as he approached their chambers, the weight of his responsibility pressing heavily on his shoulders. Ignoring the customary decorum of a noble's quarters, he threw open the heavy wooden door with a creak, startling the royal couple awake. Both shot up in bed, eyes wide with alarm, and he was relieved to see they were still clad in their nightwear, the fabric wrinkled but dignified.
"My King! Urgent news!" Wuunferth exclaimed, his voice almost echoing off the stone walls as he fought to catch his breath.
King Ulfric, his brow furrowed in confusion, quickly shifted into a more alert posture, while Queen Elira blinked, the remnants of sleep fading from her eyes. "Wuunferth? What's happened?" Ulfric's voice was low but commanding, a ruler's instinct kicking in despite the sudden interruption of their rest.
"It's Elena," Wuunferth began, the urgency in his voice slicing through the remnants of the peaceful night. "She's in danger and needs our assistance. We must prepare a long-range teleportation spell immediately."
The king's expression hardened, a mixture of concern and determination flooding his features. "What kind of danger? What has transpired?"
Wuunferth felt a swell of urgency within him as he quickly relayed the situation. "She's fleeing from threats to her family. She reached out to me for help, and we must act swiftly to ensure their safety."
Ulfric exchanged a glance with Elira, a silent communication passing between them. The queen's expression shifted to one of fierce resolve. "Then let's not waste any time," she said, her voice steady. "We cannot allow harm to come to her or her family."
"Gather the necessary components," Wuunferth urged, already envisioning the spell's intricate requirements in his mind. "We need to establish a secure link and calculate the coordinates for their destination."
As the urgency of the situation settled in, Ulfric swung his legs over the side of the bed, determination etched into every line of his face. "I'll summon the guards to ensure the castle is secure during the spell," he declared, his voice steady.
Wuunferth nodded, heartened by their swift response. "Time is of the essence," he urged as he followed them into the adjoining chamber, where the elements for the teleportation spell awaited.
Together, they would bring Elena and her family to safety, but only if they worked quickly and efficiently. The night was dark, but hope flickered brightly in Wuunferth's heart as he prepared to answer Elena's call.
Together, Ulfric and Wuunferth hastily made their way through the dimly lit corridors of the castle, the urgency of their mission propelling them forward. Elesif followed closely behind, her heart racing with worry for Elena. To her, Elena was like a daughter, and she could sense the depth of concern mirrored in her husband's eyes. The bond they shared with the young woman had grown strong over the years, and the thought of her in danger filled Elesif with dread.
As they approached the throne room, the grand double doors loomed ahead, intricately carved with scenes of valor and unity. Ulfric pushed them open with determination, the heavy wood groaning in protest as they entered the vast chamber. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the stone walls, giving the room an air of both majesty and urgency.
Ulfric turned to Wuunferth, his expression serious. "Begin," he commanded, his voice steady, embodying the strength and resolve of a king.
Wuunferth stepped forward, his mind racing as he prepared for the complex ritual. The throne room, a place of power and decisions, would serve as the backdrop for their urgent spell. He moved to the center of the room, where the intricate sigils and runes had been drawn, remnants of past rituals still faintly glowing in the dim light.
He focused on the required elements: a crystal vial filled with starlight, a sprig of nightshade, and a handful of earth from the glen where they intended to transport Elena and her family. With practiced hands, he began to arrange the components, feeling the pulse of magic thrumming beneath the surface.
"Do you know the coordinates of her location?" Ulfric asked, stepping closer to Wuunferth, his voice low but urgent.
"Not precisely, but I can sense her through our connection. I'll need to visualize the clearing to accurately guide the spell," Wuunferth replied, his heart racing as he concentrated.
Elena felt the connection deepen as she sat cross-legged on the soft earth, the energy of the clearing pulsing beneath her. With her eyes closed, she focused intently on the task at hand. "Alright, I am preparing the spell now," she communicated to Wuunferth through their link, her mind steadying as she visualized the elements needed for the teleportation.
"Good," Wuunferth replied, his voice resonating in her thoughts like a guiding light. "You start doing the same."
Elena nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Understood." She concentrated on the intricate weave of magic, drawing upon her training and the bond they shared. With each breath, she anchored herself, the weight of her family's safety fuelling her determination.
As she linked her magic to Wuunferth's, she felt a warm surge of energy coursing through her veins. She focused on the elements that had been laid out before her: the crystal vial filled with starlight, the sprig of nightshade, and the earth from the glen. Each component was imbued with significance, and she visualized them melding into a singular force, powerful enough to bridge the distance between worlds.
In her mind, she saw the delicate threads of magic intertwining, her energy harmonizing with Wuunferth's, creating a symphony of power that surged in the air around her. She was unsuprised when a blue, hazy oval of magic began to appear in front of her, glowing softly like the dawn breaking through the night.
Behind that shimmering barrier, the throne room in Solitude emerged, its features hazy yet recognizable—the tall stone walls adorned with banners, the ornate throne casting a long shadow across the floor. The sight of the familiar space brought a rush of hope, a tangible reminder of what awaited them.
As the oval shimmered, Elena felt the weight of her family's trust on her shoulders. "I can see it!" she exclaimed, excitement and urgency intertwining in her voice. "It's working, Wuunferth!"
"Keep your focus," he urged, his voice steady despite the tension. "We need to ensure the spell is strong enough to bring them through safely."
Elena concentrated harder, pouring her energy into the spell, willing it to stabilize. The blue oval pulsed rhythmically, and she could sense the swirling magic vibrating with anticipation, ready to transport them away from danger.
Keeping her focus on the spell, Elena gestured with a hand behind her, the connection with Wuunferth humming steadily in her mind. "Duncan, I need everyone to come over here!" she spoke loudly, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife, leaving no room for hesitation. "Quickly, before I lose the spell!"
The urgency in her tone propelled everyone into action. They hurried toward her, their expressions a mix of apprehension and determination. Orianna was the last to arrive, her eyes searching Elena's face for reassurance. "Are you sure? What are we to do there?" she asked softly, worry etching lines across her forehead.
Elena met her mother's gaze, her heart aching at the sight of Orianna's concern. "Look, they will protect you as they protected me," she replied, her voice firm yet gentle, infused with conviction. "Wuunferth and King Ulfric have always been there for me. Please, trust me."
Orianna nodded, determination flickering in her eyes. "I do," she stated, placing all her love and trust in her sister, the bond between them shimmering like a lifeline.
"Thank you," Elena replied, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Please walk through the portal. It may feel a bit weird."
Orianna hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the chaotic world they were leaving behind. But with a quick inhale, she scooped Oren into her arms, his small frame curling against her chest like a precious bundle. Steeling herself, she hurried forward, crossing through the shimmering oval of magic.
Elena felt a surge of relief as they disappeared into the portal, but her focus quickly shifted back to the task at hand. Next was Eleanor. Her mother had regained enough of her senses to take in the scene before her, her wide-eyed gaze locking onto Elena.
"You are sending us away?" Eleanor whispered, confusion evident in her expression, as if she were struggling to comprehend the gravity of the moment.
"Yes," Elena replied, her voice steady yet laced with emotion. "For my peace of mind and that of Fergus. If you go there, you will be safe, and I can bring you back when it's safe here as well."
Elena's heart ached at the thought of her mother's uncertainty. "Now, please, I love you, but you need to go. I cannot hold this spell much longer." Sweat beaded on her forehead, the strain of the magic taxing her strength as the portal flickered ominously.
Eleanor paused for only a second, searching Elena's face for reassurance. "I love you as well, dear girl. Please be safe," she stated at last, her voice filled with both fear and love. With that, she ran through the portal, her figure enveloped in the shimmering light before disappearing into the unknown.
"Duncan, send the black and tan horse through the portal!" Elena instructed, her voice urgent as she felt the spell beginning to wane. "You and I will take the grey one ourselves."
Duncan nodded, his expression a mix of determination and anxiety. "Right! I'll take care of it." He quickly moved to guide the black and tan horse toward the shimmering portal, the animal sensing the urgency in the air.
Both horses leapt through the portal, their forms shimmering briefly before vanishing into the ethereal light. Elena stole a quick glance at Duncan, her heart pounding as the weight of the spell pressed heavily upon her chest. "This spell is taxing me," she said, her voice strained, the words tumbling out in a rush as panic began to bubble beneath the surface. "Once I release it, there's a good chance I may pass out. If I do, I need you to get both of us as far away as you can."
Duncan's expression hardened with resolve, concern etching deep lines across his brow. "I'll take care of you, Elena. Just focus on the spell," he replied, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of urgency that made her heart ache.
Taking a deep breath, she turned her focus back to Wuunferth, the connection still humming with the remnants of their shared magic. "Please keep them safe," she thought, desperation creeping into her mind as she felt the spell slipping from her grasp. "I am releasing the spell and will send word later when I have time."
Before she could wait for a response, the pressure of the spell became too great, and a shudder rippled through her body. She could feel her energy waning, the edges of her vision starting to blur. "I'm so close," she urged herself, trying to summon the last reserves of her strength.
With one final push, she released the magic, feeling it pulse violently through her like a tidal wave. The portal flickered ominously, the light dancing wildly as she fought to maintain control. "Please, let them be safe," she whispered, her thoughts racing as darkness began to creep in.
As the spell dissipated, the world around her faded into a blur, and the weight of exhaustion crashed down on her like a heavy shroud. The last image seared into her mind was her mother's worried face, eyes wide with concern, reflecting the love that had always anchored her in the storm of life.
"Duncan!" she gasped, a desperate plea for help, but it was too late. The darkness enveloped her, swallowing her whole, and she felt herself slipping away from consciousness.
Duncan moved instinctively, his hand reaching out, desperation etched into his features as he rushed to catch her. "Elena!" he shouted, but the sound faded into the void, leaving her adrift in silence.
And then, everything went black.
A.N: Thank you for reading!