Phelia's eyes fluttered open, and she felt herself being pulled down into a dark, foreboding world, but when she closed and reopened her eyes, she was no longer in the darkness, she found herself falling from the sky onto a massive battlefield. To her right, She saw a majestic castle with an intricate tapestry of precious gems reflecting like a kaleidoscope. A waterfall cascaded upwards defying gravity. As she looked down, she saw a spear pointing upwards, dug deep into the ground ready to impale her. Closing her eyes, she took the comfort in the sky's hues of sapphire and amethyst, waiting for the pain. But it never came. When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing in a beautiful field with lush tress, brightly coloured flowers and the scent of wet earth after the rain. A river flowed by her right side stretching as far as the eyes could see, surrounded by beautiful green grass. When the entire scene twisted, a nightmarish landscape emerged, and Phelia began running, pursued by shadowy figures that seemed to be crafted from the very darkness itself.
As she ran, the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift and writhe, like a living thing. Phelia stumbled and fell, scraping her knee on the rough, rocky ground.
As she looked up, she saw one of the shadowy figures looming over her, its eyes aglow with an otherworldly red light. Phelia tried to scream, but her voice was frozen in her throat, unable to escape.
The figure reached out with a dark, misty hand and touched Phelia's face. A wave of icy coldness washed over her, and her vision began to blur.
Phelia's mind was flooded with visions of death and destruction, a world gone mad and a darkness that seemed to be consuming everything in its path all being lead by one person but the face was a blur.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went blank.
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In the room a strange, ethereal glow began to emanate from Phelia's lifeless body filling the room with an otherworldly light. The air around her vibrated with an otherworldly energy, The very fabric of reality seemed to be manipulated.
A bright golden light burst forth from Phelia's chest, illuminating the darkened room. The light coalesced into a shimmering, iridescent mist that swirled around her body, imbuing her with an intense, magical energy.
As the mist danced around her, Phelia's eyes flickered open, and she took a deep, gasping breath. Her chest began to rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic motion, like her very heartbeat was being orchestrated by some unseen force.
The room was filled with an intense, pulsating glow, as the very essence of life was being distilled into Phelia's being. Her skin, once pale and lifeless, now radiated a warm, golden light, as if infused with the vitality of a thousand suns.
As the magical energy reached its crescendo, Phelia's body began to transform. Her limbs, once still and lifeless, now stirred and flexed, awakened by some inner spark. Her hair, once dull and limp, now flowed with a vibrant, ethereal energy, infused with the essence of the stars.
And then, in an instant, the magical energy dissipated, Phelia sat up in bed, looking around in confusion. She was alive, and it was as if she had been reborn, she felt different, renewed.
But as she looked around the room, she realized that something was off. The room seemed different, the shadows cast in the room by the moon seemed to twist and writhe. And then, she saw it: a small, delicate flower blooming on her bedside table, its petals shimmering with an otherworldly light.
Phelia's eyes widened in wonder as she reached out to touch the flower. As she touched the flower, she felt a surge of magical energy course through her veins, her body absorbed it as if it knew exactly what it was supposed to do. When the energy finally stopped, the flower was gone.
On Phelia's back, a breathtakingly beautiful tattoo bloomed, tracing the curve of her spinal cord from the nape of her neck to the small of her waist. The design, known as the "Moonlit Blossom," was an intricate, swirling pattern of petals and vines that seemed to shimmer and glow with an ethereal light.
The flower's center a delicate, seven-pointed star made of glittering silver ink, which pulsed with a soft, lunar energy. The petals, crafted from a subtle blend of blue and purple hues, appeared to unfold like the pages of a mystical book, revealing hidden symbols and markings that whispered secrets to those who gazed upon them.
As the light caught the tattoo, the petals seemed to flutter, releasing a gentle, shimmering dust that sparkled like stardust. The vines, delicate and twisting, appeared to move of their own accord, like they were alive and infused with the magic of the mystical flower.
The Moonlit Blossom tattoo was said to hold the power of the celestial bodies, allowing its wearer to tap into the mysteries of the universe and wield the magic of the stars. It was a symbol of hope, guidance, and protection, to those who beheld it.
As her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, a sudden rush of memories and emotions that weren't her own flooded her mind . She saw glimpses of a life she had never lived, of people she had never met, and of a world that was both familiar and yet utterly alien.
She saw a figure, tall and imposing, with eyes that burned with an inner fire. She saw a city, sprawling and majestic, with towers that seemed to touch the sky. And she saw a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny that called to her very soul.
Phelia's mind reeled as she struggled to make sense of the visions that flooded her mind. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of unfamiliar emotions and memories, and she didn't know how to keep her head above water.
Just as she thought she was going to lose herself completely, the visions stopped. Phelia was left gasping for breath, her mind reeling with the aftermath of the experience.
She looked around the room, trying to get her bearings, her eyes still glowing. And then, she saw it: a piece of parchment on the floor, with a message scrawled on it in elegant, flowing script: you have been chosen. Wait for your next instructions.
Her glowing returned back to normal, everything else seemed to return to normal as well. The parchment, now empty, lay on the moss-sheet floor, with no message written on it.