Shrike's Heart (#3)

[idolpro]

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

Comments

Re: THE BARRACKS

[irregular]

[such help very enlightenment wow]

Okay, new plan: let's not ask the Neverborn for anything ever again.

[What happens if I just try and leave the room.]

Re: THE BARRACKS

[handpuppets]

[ There's a single door; the handle opens. Outside night is falling quickly—faster than it normally would. Although it seems like you ought to be in a military camp, it actually seems like you're in a forest, of some kind, with barracks dotting between the trees.

also uh. hm. ]