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She didn't understand, didn't understand at all. One moment she was gliding over Castle Wyvern, searching for her beloved, the next she was in a world of pure chaos. Strange spires of metal and glass filled the landscape, while horseless chariots alighted with torches moved incessantly below. It was a dizzying, confusing place, like the depths of what the humans called hell.
Where was her beloved? Her rookery brothers and sisters? In the distance, she almost thought she could see the castle, but it looked as though it had been brought above the clouds. It was impossible. Crazy even.
Was that it? Was she under some sort of spell? The Archmage was capable of such a feat, and he would certainly seek revenge after the strange events that had transpired with the other of her love and herself. The one she did not wish to be. The one she could not see herself becoming.
She set down on a rooftop, fear gripping every aspect of her being.
What was she going to do?
Where was her beloved? Her rookery brothers and sisters? In the distance, she almost thought she could see the castle, but it looked as though it had been brought above the clouds. It was impossible. Crazy even.
Was that it? Was she under some sort of spell? The Archmage was capable of such a feat, and he would certainly seek revenge after the strange events that had transpired with the other of her love and herself. The one she did not wish to be. The one she could not see herself becoming.
She set down on a rooftop, fear gripping every aspect of her being.
What was she going to do?