The world was a miasma of darkness; the only sense of feeling the girl could feel as she floated along in the emptiness was a biting cold gnawing and snapping at every inch of her being. As she floated along, she could feel a increasing pull upon her form attempting to drag her off into the dark, she fought against it reaching out trying to pull away from the force, her efforts ending in vain with her unable to find anything to hold in the tar like darkness. As it dragged her away, she felt her hold on consciousness fade, leaving her defenseless against the intentions of the unknown force.
When she next awoke instead of a never ending dark, she stared up at the ceiling she did not recognize. How she knew it was called a ceiling was beyond her. The words felt foreign to her mind but familiar at the same time, as if they were a part of her, just like the beating of her heart. She also noticed the large stone walls, covered in glyphs she could not recognize,the stone seemed old covered in long, arching cracks.
She did not have time to process what was happening to her darkness began crawling up the edges of her vision, now that was a concept she was familiar with, however unlike before she could not move nor feel the rest of her body, unable to do anything to fighting against it the dark once again consumed her.
The next time her vision returned to her, a concept she knew intimately, pain joined it. A burning heat consumed as sharp pricks ran across her body. Most would hate the experience, but to the girl who found herself surrounded by things she never knew existed and knowledge she didn’t know she had, the pain provided a cruel sense of comfort that not everything was different.
After some time she adjusted to the burning feeling, shoving it into the back of her mind as she tried to look around the room she was in, her body still refusing to abide by her wishes, leaving her to strain her eyes trying to glimpse as much as she could from her limited viewpoint. Looking across the room, it was rather small and sparsely populated. In the distance was a tall wooden structure that her mind,once again without her input, deemed to be a bookshelf. She was curiously looking at the bookshelf when she saw a flash of movement quickly shifting her eyes to follow the movement she gazed upon a man standing tall over a desk a long robe covering his form, his arms stretched down below the knee and his legs were thin, so that they looked likely to break at even the slightest movement. This thought was quickly proven wrong as the man made two long steps to the right, bending down to pick up something from a container.
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Every movement he made seemed unnatural, every step too long, every jerk of his arms too fast. He let off a feeling as if he did not belong. As she tried to grasp the feeling of uncertainty she felt looking at the man, he quickly approached her his tall form looming over her body. The man placed his hand just above her chest letting hover there as a small dark blue glyph formed in the palm of his hand.
When the glyph finished forming purplish tendrils seemed to drag themselves out from the symbols contained within the glyph. The surface of the tendrils bubbled letting off an audible popping as the tendrils sank closer and closer to her chest. Fear consumed her as she tried her best to force her body into action to no avail, the black tendrils making contact with her as they crawled underneath her skin.
Her heart was racing, the thumping echoing inside her mind as she struggled with her inability to fight back. She could feel the tendrils as they crawled through her body until they reached her heart, grasping it in their hold and squeezing. The pain was unimaginable and she wanted to beg the man to stop, but no voice came out.
The torture seemed to go on forever, the one time she wished for the darkness to take her was also the one time it alluded her. It was then that the robbed man leaned over her his head stopping above her’s, looking straight into her eyes. This was the first time she had gotten to gaze upon his face, or in this case, his lack of face. Instead of eyes and a mouth. The man had skin with no nose.
The man , even though he lacked eyes, seemed to examine her before he eventually stood back up straight, the glyph in his body dissipating the pain in her body slowly beginning to fade away as the man mumbled away to himself.
Finally free from the torture she could feel the energy leaving her body unable to focuses clearly and wanting to rest she only caught bits and pieces of the mans mumblings as the darkness finally to her so she could rest.
“Kara………..soon…….failure…….will have….try again……………just a while longer my dear snowflake.”