You're wrong, and I will bring you back to the adapts, it's you who can't fight this.
She pulled the reins. "Woh." The horse stopped, and started chomping on the grass.
That's what I wanted them to think, stupid Elf!
Her limbs were locked in place, she tried to struggle, but couldn't even move her hand. Sweat dropped off of her chin and she gulped.
I'm done wasting time.
Woodlands, buildings, hooded travelers. A mans hand flying off. Screaming. In and out of awareness, and she leaned forward with the horse at full gallop, sweat streamed off it, and foam around it's open mouth. She fought for control, tried to pull the reins and stop. She tried to scream, to move, to do something. The dark corners of her mind no its mind pulled her down, and buried her. She could not see, hear, or feel anything. Just her endless thoughts and the rolling laugh of Unnamed.
For how long she fought her way back to at least regain vision, she did not know. Time ceased to flow for her and instead became a dragged on series of events and garbled understandings. She did manage to at last see what was happening.
Another forest, this one looked all wrong. The trees trunks were twisted around each other, instead of a warm brown the trunks were burnt and blackened. All the leafs that poked out from under the snow looked rotted and discolored. The shadows thickened as they crawled and twisted up as they extended over the leafless branches and dripped down.
Her hands moved on their own. She lead the horse and weaved between the trees towards the middle of the forest. There was a clearing, the snow stopped at the tree line in a perfect circle, the grasses were burnt within it.
She slid off the horse and walked over to the middle. She found herself speaking a strange foreign language. The shadows moved again and stretched down from the trees towards the middle. They spun together and then expanded into an oval. The middle fell away until just an thin twisted edge was left. It shimmered and wavered. It grew larger, a foot taller then her and stopped. She moved towards it and the middle rippled as she passed through.
On the other side of the portal the air was hot and dry. Lighting bolts flashed in the sky and dark purple clouds blocked the light. It was dark and she could only see when there was another flash.
The trees that were there looked of stone, their exposed roots above the cracked earth. Not here again. She swallowed a lump in her throat.
If it was morning or night she couldn't tell, only her empty stomach telling the passing of time. Now, the scenery had changed to that of a tall mansion with a gaping hole smack in the middle of it, like a giant had cleaved it in two.
The smell hit her first, sweet, and sicking along with like that of thousand rotten eggs and burnt flesh. She scanned behind the mansion, trying to take in what she was seeing. At first she thought it was the foliage of a forest as it had trees standing up and on all sides.
She stepped closer.
Most of the trees were snapped and splintered, and among them woven into a wall of vines were human skills, chunks of flesh and many larger creatures like birds wings stripped down to the bone as they suck out of the mass. Up the gargantuan towering dome were hooded men busying about on it's top.
The center of the vine tower split open and pulled away. An Elven woman stepped out, from her neck several vines were wrapped around her ears and atop her head like a crown. Her once shining brown hair, now streaked with mold and grime. She stepped closer to her and she could smell her citrus perfume, somehow it overpowered the rotten stench. The woman's green eyes once calm and soothing now milky and of shadow.
Her mouth fell open and she scrambled back. "Mom!"
Tears polled in her mothers eyes only to be replaced by a look of savage and twisted hate.
"Everything is as planned." Her voice deepened with the last two words.
"Mom? Mom? What's wrong with you?" She tried to turn, to jump, but her legs were locked in place. Unnamed's thoughts became that of legion and her mind filled with that of its chanting.
Her mother touched her forehead with her pointer finger. As her thoughts drifted away all she could think of was, if it had gotten to her mother then what about the other adapts?
Before she fell into the darkness again her mothers face hovered over her own.
In Unnamed's voice she said:
"They are dead, as are your friends. You are the last."
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