Shadows surrounded Islinda, so thick that she couldn't make out her own features. Where in the world was she? The last thing she remembered…. What was the last thing she remembered?
She should be panicking at this point, but Islinda couldn't. It was strange to say this, but she felt at home in the darkness. It called to her. It was comforting.
Islinda began to walk through the darkness with no direction, nor a glimpse of what she was stepping on. It was just so dark she couldn't see her own feet.
"Hello?" She said, her voice echoing across the darkness, "Hello? Is anyone here?"
"Princess," A voice rasped from the dark and Islinda gasped, whirling around to see who was speaking but there was nothing but darkness. However, she felt a strange sensation slither up her arm as if someone was touching her and she spun again to glimpse nothing.
