Frailness, sickness, rage, and panic. Those were the only feelings Stella could register when she lost control. She could recall that she was unable to move her body, it felt like there were ropes wrapping around her body, preventing her from moving. She had felt pain in her head, like something trying to push its way out of her skull.
Now she was running, quickly. Away from the monster hunter, away from pain, and away from the Rain. Rain, oh by The End she had almost killed Rain! She had come out so far to save his life! Just to become the one who almost ended it.
Stella continued to run for what had begun to feel like hours until she came to the river. Its waves rolled down stream, towards the Coven. The witch stared down at the stream, looking at her rippling reflection.
A pair of crimson horns that had sprouted from beneath her hair. The horns themselves were actually quite beautiful, with the dark red color and black lines that formed beautiful patterns that wrapped around her horns. Her eyes were red, but unlike most Netherkins her eyes weren't slitted pupils, they were round and bright with life.
Her head was also pounding, the horns had made sure of it. There was a thick cloud of hatred and blind rage surrounding her brain.
She groaned, toppling onto her knees the stinging of the arrow in her shoulder came forth now that she could see it in her reflection. Reaching over with her hand, swiftly yanking it out of her shoulder. She flinched at the striking pain that went through her arm, to her finger tips.
Blankly staring at the arrow in her hand, it didn't look to be poison-tipped. She brushed her fingers over the feathers. Closing her eyes for a moment to rest her eyes. Except her exhausted body had something else in mind. When she reopened her eyes, she was in a forest but not The Mystic Forest.
There was snow harshly toppling around her. She could barely see through the blinding snow, yet she could see fighting, and a piglin standing in front of her.
The piglin slammed his foot on the ground, causing the earth beneath her to shake. Losing her footing, she fell backward into the freezing snow. The piglin took her moment of weakness to run towards her, hammer raised.
Stella attempted to summon arcane swords out of fear. But before the piglin got the chance to strike, a familiar black haired boy suddenly faded into the world right in front of her, stopping the Piglins' advance. Rain began to yell at her, it sounded like him and he was saying words but her brain couldn't register them, yet her body had acted on its own.
She fired the glowing sword, it had surpassed his armor and landed in his chest. The piglin stumbled back, grabbing the hand of the sword. He wasn't able to do much before a familiar large black sword sliced through his back. Stella had closed her eyes tightly at pain she couldn't feel as she stood back up. She felt a cold hand laying on her arm and another grabbing her shoulder.
When reopening her eyes she was no longer in her dream world; she was back to the cruel reality. Her vision was very blurry at first, but she could tell it was definitely dark now. She was curled up, laying on the grass next to the river. The sound of the flowing river was soothing to her, almost enough to lull her back to sleep.
Sighing and forcing herself to sit up, rubbing her eyes. She looked up to the sky, finding that indeed it was night. It was a clear night, not a cloud in sight making the stars more visible. It reminded Stella of the End, it had been a long time since she had been to the end.
Stella got up, stretching. She had accidentally scratched her arms with her horns when she reached up to stretch. Stella rubbed her arms lightly.
She began to walk down stream, towards the Coven. Memories began to stir as she walked beside the stream, watching it in the corner of her eye.
