The Scarlet Apprentice

The only thing that was visible to the naked eye was red. That's all it was from inside the ball: a harsh, crimson red which bubbled y/n in entirely. It's beauty was completely dismissed due to the sudden shock of how it had even come to life.

The second the energy completely closed her in, she fell into a state of shock. It was almost as if her breath was pulled from her throat, and her balance was pulled from her legs. That was until she realised that she wasn't standing on anything, which only scared her more. Her body was frozen in place, hovering a few inches off of the floor, while she panted and coughed to catch the breath that fled from her.

Wanda, on the other hand, balled her fist on the wooden floor and pushed herself up off of it, standing angrily in front of the spawn. It was something she'd never seen - and something she'd never learned about in the book, regardless of how many times she'd read it. Even though she had no idea what it was or how to stop it, she was determined to break y/n out of the shell to make sure she was okay.

As previously mentioned, the shell wouldn't budge - not even under the power of the scarlet witch. It stuck itself into the ground and refused to move until it was done with what it needed to do.

Back inside of the enclosure, y/n panted desperately while the claustrophobia began to hit her. Although the case was still and steady, it seemed like it was closing in, which didn't help with her worry.

Once she finally caught her bearings and her breath, she was finally able to look around at where she was. Although, no matter where she looked, all she could see was the opaque red sphere that was encasing her.

"Y/n L/n." A voice from nowhere addressed.

Although from y/n's perspective the voice seemed to float from around her, it was actually hovering within the depths of her mind as it spoke to her; almost in a hypnotic trance of calmness.

"W-... what?" She stammered, trying to turn her head in search for a face, a mouth, or anything to indicate where the mysterious voice was coming from.

But, there was nothing. There was no where she could turn to find answers; not even the book at her feet provided clarification. All of the writings and intimate details had jumped from the pages and formed the ball which caged her in, but she didn't know why. After all - this never happened the last time she was affiliated with the darkhold.

"You've finally arrived." It continued, "you've finally set foot onto the pathway to your destiny."

Her brows clouded with confusion as she sealed her eyes tightly closed, shaking her head in hopes that she'd wake up next to wanda once again, revealing that the state she was in was just a dream.

But, of course, her eyes peeled open ever so slightly to show the same crimson barrier that had built itself around her, causing a sigh to slip from her lips.

"Where am i?" She asked, hoping she hadn't been taken away from wanda.

"You're exactly where you need to be." Assurance filled her ears, "and all it took was dragging your plane down while you flew over."

"No- the plane wasn't attacked, it just- stopped." She corrected her while mentally reciting the events that led her to where she was.

"Do you really think all the systems in a plane can just stop?" It asked, almost sarcastically.

The voice had a human like aura surrounding it, but there was nothing human like about it. It's tone was eerie to an unsettling extent, but the confidence and reassurance in its tone managed to cover the faults.