The Darkest Secrets

[Ignis Glaciesque]

In the year 470, the exiled ancestors of the dark elves finally-"

The connection was cut. Strange, definitely. The knowledge connection was never cut. Why? Suspended in nothingness, the girl felt as if she was waking from a long slumber. She did not want to. Like a stubborn child, she winced her eyes shut as what felt like water swirled around her. The feeling of her hair, soaked and clinging to her back, was quite uncomfortable. The water swirled down, down, down... Leaving her coated in goose bumps.

Then... She was free falling.

"What we doing here, grandpa? I don't like it. I want go home."

She found herself slamming into a cold floor. The stone was bitter and frigid as water puddled around her. After so long, she opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was the side of the room. A void, dusty corner was home to a single table with nothing on it. Mass confusion and dread overtook the lass as she laid there, feeling strange and alien in her own body. Eventually, the girl twitched her finger. The memories started to swirl. The machine explained everything her grandfather had not. Her grandfather...

She pulled herself up, hair dripping. Her palms slapped the pavement as her thin clothes hugged her, as if barely fitting. She struggled, shaking for a moment before looking up to see a total stranger.

With a gasp, the young woman panicked. She hastily leaped back, instinct causing magic to bolt through her body. A lightning strike of power, and she had formed a crude, ugly small sharpenel of ice for a spear. She clutched it in her hand, holding it in front of her as she panted. Eyes wide in terror, she cried out, "Who are you!"