(Serena's perspective)
The moment I open my eyes, I jolt into action. Pinged back into the world of the living, to the gloomy darkness that seethe with long-legged monsters and visions of white hair that streak across my vision like meteors on a course of destruction through the inky sky- my sword is out of its sheath quicker than poor Kal can even fully realise what is going on, waving the silver blade frantically from side to side like a madman springing from the forest. My eye's spin wildly and unseeing.
The sound of cracking china resounds around the room with a painfully loud echo, and if my heart had not been beating at a million miles per hour, I might just have had the nerve to wince. Might have because the amount of adrenaline coursing through my body from my rude and all too sudden jolt back to reality has me more awake than an elf after a shot of vodka.
