As she opened her eyes, flames flickered around her in a manor she remembered from a long time ago now. Rising, she would find a scene not like what she had expected, a fortress in flames and many unknown to her storming about in an attempt to save people, valuables. All she could do was watch as the fortress burned, the snow beneath her feet cold, if not half-melted from the tumbling embers. A deep pain struck her back, but she was too stunned to check for what exactly hit her in the muddle of heat and snowfall. From within the pounding of her heart grew, rhythmically did it thump, reminding her of the drums she often heard within herself when she was alone.
The cold and heat collided solemnly as storms brewed over head, the deed had been done, and there was nothing she could do. Upon catching sight of a guard slowly approaching her, a questioning look in his eye, she immediately charged into the nearby woods, looking back from time to time as chainmail echoed through the trees. It seemed the farther she got, the bleaker the wood became. Soon black trees hung overhead, lined with birds that seemed to follow her wherever she went.
Constantly did she twist and turn in the timberland to try and escape the different noises she was sure she heard, not noticing the ground beneath her turning a murky grey, and soon an ink black. In the matter of a split second, her foot hit the ground, sending her beneath the ground. As she fell through, she would stir to find herself atop her loved one. Jolting awake with such force to wake him, but only for a moment as she stood. It took her a long time to come back to the reality of her situation, where she was. She grabbed a cloth, wrapping it about her waist, the calling had come once more. A calling she fought to reject within. Within the dead of the night, she would wander the streets, listening to what it was that called her forth.
(Gif by me.)
