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"Here we are in the heart of the darkness."
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March, 1939 New York, America
ZEIT dissolved the moment she stepped foot out of the base. She became Ophelia instantaneously and continued to act as such as she traveled to America, the land of the free. Dr. Dietrich accompanied her and, unsurprisingly, knew his place was not above her. She did not find herself amused by anything as she stood, lost in New York with Dr. Dietrich–Stefan– at her side.
A long exhale left her lips as her eyes wandered across the towering apartment buildings. People bustled about the train station, shoving past her and Stefan as he remained dutifully next to her. She didn't speak, searching for a rare but present spirit. There was a thrum of energy that roared in her ears. She could feel the presence move—swiftly, quickly.
Ophelia suddenly turned, weaving between people as she sprinted across the sidewalk. She pushed and shoved New Yorkers and travelers as she chased after the presence that was attempting to run from her.
Or, perhaps, fly away from her.
She lunged forward and grasped a hold of its wing before the creature could fly away. It shrieked and squealed as she dragged it down to the ground. To the mortals around her it looked as though she'd caught a bird and was attempting to help it. To her, however, and those who could see through the mist, she was grabbing the broad wing of a griffin, white feathers fluttering around her as she clutched tightly to its wing.
It cawed, opening its beak as it tried to maul her with its front legs. Ophelia scowled then, placing a hand on the back of its enormous head. She gripped tightly, before swinging her leg over onto its back. Her grip tightened as the griffin tried to buck her off. She slammed her heel into its side and the griffin let out a cry as it collapsed beneath her.
Stefan stood in front of her, a suitcase in his hand.
He looked rather composed when seeing a griffin for the first time. No, perhaps it was his first time ever being this close to one. But Stefan was not one to experience much emotion, it seemed. He rarely feared anything– not even her.
She didn't want to be feared, but most were smart enough to do so.
Or cowardly enough.
"Join me?" She questioned, patting the back of the beast.
