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The damp smell of the ground infiltrated Roselyn's nose, drowning out all her thoughts. Lifting her face from the dirt, she found herself laying in a deep forest, wearing nothing but a thin violet dress. Scrunching her face up in confusion, she hauled herself up, her bare toes cringing at the sensation of the ground. Moving her arms around herself, the soft breeze around her sending warning chills up her spine, she noticed an odd item around her waist. Upon observing it, she recognised her Aiyers dagger in a sheath, dangling from a belt. She never did that.
Suddenly, she was brought out her stupor by the distant shrills of a raven, jumping at the sudden noise. The rest of the forest echoed at the sound, the silence growing heavy on the witch's chest. A dark figure in the midst of the towering branches in the corner of her eye catches her attention. There was no definitive shape to this creature, its limbs morphing longer and arched in fluid motions along the ground. Hollow white eyes shone light headlights through distant fog, searching for something. someone. Eliciting the lightest gasp at the horror-striking sight, the creature flashed its head around for the source of noise.
Roselyn felt paralysed, warily staring in fear as the black thing skulked closer. Whether it was inciting fear by pretending she wasn't stood there in her or blind, the girl's heart began thrumming with adrenaline. Moving a frantic hand to her dagger as if second nature, she unsheathed the metal and held it out in defence. Only, as she went to step back, abrupt growls stopped her. Charging from behind, in a flurry, two enormous black hounds hurled towards the creature. Roselyn dropped her dagger, clasping her hands to her mouth, stifling a scream as the dogs mutilated the hellish monster, snarls blending with grotesque screams.
Too focused on the horrific sight ahead, Roselyn hadn't noticed the powerful aura next to her. Upon feeling a cold hand lightly graze her shoulder, she whipped her head around to see a tall woman. Not just any woman; she stood with power oozing from her stance. Her towering frame adorned the most decadent midnight blue robes, and an extravagant crown. Spikes that formed a halo around her head surrounded a crescent moon piece. Her eyes though, they scared the brunette.
"Do not be afraid," the woman soothed, her piercing white eyes shooting through Roselyn's entire sense of being. White flooded her vision, a sickening sense of dread flooding through the chestnut girl's nerves.
Waking up bleary eyed, Roseline rose from her bed in a cold sweat. A light sheen of sweat coated her forehead, the hairs on her neck tingling with anticipation of something really awful. Yet nothing came. It was all a bad dream. It was out of the ordinary in terms of bad dream material that kept cycling around her REM periods, but nonetheless it was fictional. Her imagination running wild. Nothing more.
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Sifting through her purse the morning after, Roselyn came to a realisation: she had less money than she had the previous night. She hadn't gone out, nor spent the money, but regardless, she had around $100 missing. Her mother had informed her the night prior that she was going for a weekend-long business trip in New York, so she was left to fend for herself. Most likely, Roselyn realised her mother had been trifling around and found her daughter's money, stealing some for her own selfish purposes. Perhaps a new outfit, or drinks. She didn't know. All she knew was in order to suffice and live, she would have to get a part time job and earn some cash to make amends for her unexpected loss. And she knew exactly where to go.
