Dark is the Void and its all-seeing Eye!
No shelter for the helpless and weary.
What's left for us but to whimper and die?
No hope for our souls gaunt and bleary!
Help us, we beg you!
Just loosen our bonds!
Oh, we'd give anything
To see the new dawns!
Here, have my gold!
And my diamonds too!
Even my precious
Family artifacts too!
It's so dark in here
An eternal night
Oh what we would give
For a moment of light!
Save me!
Help me!
It's me!
Just me!
Oh please
Not him...
Save her!
Too grim.
Let me out!
Set me free!
I'm too young!
Let me be!
Save my girl!
Help my friend!
Get my mom!
Stop their end!
Let us out!
Let me out!
Please God...
Please anyone...
Let me out!
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A pair of soft, friendly eyes pierced the darkness and gazed out of the forest at the campfire in the clearing. The bright orange light seemed warm and endearing, and the eyes couldn't help but draw closer. They stopped, however, when they counted a few knights sitting around it. The eyes turned down to examine the hand; the dark runes emanating from the back still radiated threateningly. The knights might take it the wrong way. The eyes turned up once more to stare longingly at the comforting fire.
Perhaps it couldn't hurt to introduce myself. You never know. They might be nice.
And so a figure clad in a dusty gray cloak and hood stepped forth from the shadows and cautiously approached the camp. She brushed back a few locks of her radiant silver hair back into her hood before opening her mouth to speak.
And yet, no words came to her lips. She thought it strange, seeing as she was once a more sociable individual. Instead, she sat down a little ways behind one of the knights and let the pile of leaves beneath her do the talking. They said hello, by the way. It would be only appropriate for someone to notice.
Isphea, having been tossed aside- the durability of the bubble ran out.
Keep must have tossed everyone for a reason.
Then Isphea notices the glare coming off of the drill. Then the drill itself.
For some reason, she thinks about the businessmen from the underworld. Then she realizes.
Isphea tosses the shield she had been bubbled in.
"I'll make it before you do!"