Interlude Fourteen
Through the Eyes of a Stranger
Crioone flew through the airs of Speed, wings outstretched and eyes open, taking in the beauty of real life, true colours, and beautiful tyrany, which was not actually beautiful. But the sights were more vivid and much more breath taking than anything found within the Fog. The red of fire, the green of grass, and the blue reflection upon the waves on laks and seas.
And yet, she always found a nagging sence that something was pulling her from her destination. She could not control her pathway. She would head east, and she was pulled west. She found herself having the urge to flip in mid air, then dive towards the ground at high speed and pull up just before colision.
It was on her fifth day in Speed that she began to understand that something was wrong. She had missed the detail because she had been isolated from life in the Fog, but even back in Speed she was isolated. She had not seen a deamon or any creature for that matter since she had arrived. It was as if she was the last being alive.
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Three weeks later Crioone's eyes stayed closed at all times. She could see where she was going in her mind, something to due with her sixth sence was what she had guessed at first, but she doubted herself. Her mind carried her wherever she went, and she had no fear of encountering deamons or any threat. She was alone.
"Crioone, where are you?" "What?"
But the voice did not respond. But Crioone had definately heard it. She was not alone. Quickly, she looked all around herself for the voice. When nothing appeared and no sound was made, Crioone purged deamonic energy from her body and the area surrounding her was devastated by a blast of pure power. Nothing was left standing. Anything that had been there was gone by now, and the immediate danger was gone. If the belonger of the voice had escaped, Crioone did not know. But nothing could survive a blast of that strength at such as close distance.
