Reaper's War

Chapter 33: Trial

A/N: Errrrr hi??? Long time no see? Speak? Type? Errrr haha. It's been awhile hasn't it? I'm not entirely sure how long tbh but I know I'm sorry it's taken this long to get a new chapter drafted up, typed up and posted.
Writer's block is the plague of amateur and professional author's alike. It isn't fun and it certainly stops one from being able to write anything even remotely good. So, I took my time with this chapter so it wouldn't turn out like a 5 year old has written it. I hoping it doesn't sound like that after trying to write it for so long.

Anyways! I'll stop waffling (I love this word, waffling. It's such a fun word) so you can get onto reading the new chapter. Please do let me know what you think in the comments. I'm always open to constructive criticism. See you at the end and enjoy.

UPDATE: I thought I'd read through it and ended up finding so many typos and missing words. Uuuugh. So I've just ran through it a second time and corrected any mistakes I found. If anyone finds anymore, please let me know so I can correct them.

Walking; it's all she'd been doing for who knows how long. An hour. A day. A week. Maybe it had been an eternity.
How far had she walked? She didn't know that either and it didn't matter. Everything looked the same, all cold white powder and rolling tundra with even colder winds off in the distance.

She could've sworn she'd climbed the summit she was currently ascending not too long ago but as she reached its summit, she realised she had in fact walked a great distance, even though everything made it look as though she'd barely moved.
On the other side, filling in the gaps and sprawling endlessly was a dark and frozen forest where nothing but an abysmal void resided, reminiscent of the cold abyss she'd been in before she'd ended up here. It seemed to slither and writhe through the countless trees, only coming into view for a split second before it disappeared deeper into the forest.

Instinct screamed at her to turn tail and run away, only she found herself doing the exact opposite, stepping down the snow covered hill and into the forest and no matter how much she yelled at herself in her mind to turn around, her body didn't listen as though the void itself was calling out to her true nature. Although, she had no idea what that true nature was. Hell, she didn't even know who she was.

As she traversed through the forest, she only became aware of how desolate it truly was. No small or large animals could be seen nor heard, there were no bugs buzzing around or crawling on the trees or the underbrush, only the suffocating darkness surrounding her. Or was it following her? She didn't know so she continued on even though her baser instincts told her not to.

Soon enough, the forest ended and a cliff began, a raging river flowing mercilessly down below, threatening a brutal death to anyone that got too close to its banks.
Still, she made her way to the cliff's edge and peered over. Deja Vu took over for a brief moment, as though she'd been here before, an image of standing in the same place and looking down floated into her mind. She had definitely been here, more than once.

She couldn't remember why she would have come here but she could at least recall the last time. It had been a dream, or so she thought. Fighting with someone in red and black, a half mask of a monster covering their face. Why were they fighting? Why here of all places? It didn't make sense.

"For once you're early Crimson," a condescending voice piped up out of the blue from behind, causing her to spin on her heel and face its owner.
Red slicked-back hair, black bull horns, a half mask of a monster and a black jacket trailed with red inlays and patterns and pure black trousers. He was the spitting image of the memory still floating around in her mind.

More of the memory surfaced and the pieces of the puzzle finally snapped into place. They were fighting because they were training. Although, it wasn't so much as training and more like surviving the Minotaur's endless onslaught of powerful and deadly attacks she was never allowed to evade or dodge. She'd always had to take the full impact of whatever he threw at her with nothing more than a training scythe. She wasn't allowed to use her abilities or her semblance either and on more than one occasion, she had been on Death's door, barely able to breath and losing so much blood she genuinely thought she wouldn't survive and yet, somehow, she had.