I didn't wake up this time. I was between worlds, not in Morgana's realm but not in the world I now called home. It took only a moment before the silence was broken. I could hear the slow clap before I could see anything
The slow, deliberate sound echoed across the void. My vision cleared just enough for me to see a faint shimmer in the distance. Shapes began to form, a crow perched on a gnarled tree branch, a massive boar pawing at the mist-covered ground, and a lynx sitting lazily on a rock, licking its paw. Though the most unnerving thing about this, was how the hell were they clapping?
"Well, well, well," came a smooth, mocking voice from the crow as it tilted its head, its glossy black feathers shimmering faintly. "Look who we have here. The parasite who promised to behave."
The boar snorted loudly, its voice rumbling deep and gravelly as it spoke. "Behave? Ha! That lasted what? A week?"
