Aesther chased the shadows.
The group of rebels had appeared far from experienced, far too young, but they were quick on their feet. Agile as they ran through the streets, and pranced over buildings.
It was like watching shadows drift over the horizon.
But Merakh was nowhere to be seen.
However, the faint scent lingered. Dark and woody, of a thing far too dangerous to be left in the waking world.
The skies dimmed their darkness, and her body ached from running so hard. But despite how much she tried the shadows disappeared too soon.
Aesther staggered at the end of the street.
The emptiness, the surroundings…. The dawn… they all felt painfully familiar. Her thoughts sank into the horrors of her past. When she had seen fire enrage, tinged with scarlet.
When she was lost.
Aesther could not find the knight Inez spoke of.
Or the Supreme Magus.
