Part Four: Universal War
Interlude Thirteen
In Between the Worlds: The Fountain
A light shone through Crioone's closed eyelids. The light was great, beautiful, natural, and deadly. Crioone groaned in pain as she tried to look up at the source of the light.
Stay down. You are not meant to see me, only to here my words and listen to them. Learn from them. Fronaly will care for your wounds. You must only listen to my voice, and you will be freed. Crioone obeyed the voice, even if she had been betrayed only a few minutes ago. Or atleast what felt like only minutes ago. Laying her head back down, Crioone relaxed herself, shutting out all other noise and thoughts, only letting the being's voice who emitted the light into her head.
You are in a place where magic and deamonic energy have collided. You are Crioone, the only one who can eventually save our universe. You know this. But what you don't know is how you got here, and when you save our universe. The former is your only concern at the moment.
After retrieving the third scroll of Mitora you were immediately transported here. It is a secret of The Fog. Even I do not know how a place such as it works. You are here because The Fog tasked you with retrieving the scrolls and entering the Fountain. This world holds the foutain. You have survived Crioone. You are now in Mitora...***
"Who are you?"
The voice was gone, leaving no answer. The only name she could come up with was Fronaly. But she was unsure as to whether that voice was the voice of her savior.
Ahead of Crioone was a pool of water. The water sparkled, its surface gleaming. Crioone walked towards the fountain, and as she neared it the fountain of water grew in size. Crioone stepped into the fountain.
Crioone was hurtled through space into a world she was quite familiar with. It did not seem changed, and yet, it was different. But Crioone could not place the difference, or undifference.
She was home, and that was all that mattered...
