She came to you in a dream one night. Her features were beautiful and otherworldly, her movements graceful, but her voice seemed halting and wounded. She seemed to be running from something, but you couldn't fathom what. Magic flowed from her, reaching all around you like a cocoon of warmth and chaos. You managed to glance her visage through the storm, and you heard her voice as if it were flowing into your very soul.
Help Me
You awoke with a start, your adrenaline spiking. You took a second to catch your breath, then gave a light chuckle at how dramatic it was.
But then, your blood runs cold. Your voice has changed, somehow. It sounds like HER voice.
What do you do?
Help Me
You awoke with a start, your adrenaline spiking. You took a second to catch your breath, then gave a light chuckle at how dramatic it was.
But then, your blood runs cold. Your voice has changed, somehow. It sounds like HER voice.
What do you do?
You're doing your best, and that's awesome.