Trisha lay in a coma on life support, her parents crying near her hospital bed. Time was running out and the decision to discontinue the life support was being discussed. But unknown to her family and doctors she wasn't dead, but trapped inside, ins...
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Trisha was still crying in fear when the wraith dropped her through a castle tower window, not much different from the one it had just pulled her out of shortly before. She quickly scurried to a dark corner of the room and hugged her legs up to her chest, sitting on the stone floor. It was dark, even though it was afternoon. The only light coming from the window, thick fog making it very dim outside, like twilight. After a while she crept to the window. She couldn't see more than a dozen feet through the fog. No idea how high she was. All she could see was the forest trees poking up through the fog, floating on a bed of white cotton.
Then the chamber door creaked open, allowing more dim light to come in the room. A woman stood in the door, or what appeared to be part woman. She wore a grey and white form fitting body suit, which had a mane around the neck. Her hands weren't hands, but looked like tree branches. On her head was a crown which had two human skulls, and her hair underneath looked like vines. But what was haunting was her glowing green eyes that bathed the room in green light for a moment and then subsided.
The woman looked at Trisha, sitting on the window seal in her dirty white night gown, and hissed. "No..." she spat out. "This will not do. Her eyes turned emerald green, glowing across the room. Then Trisha discovered her clothing had changed. She now wore a beautiful dark grey gown. "My prize must look her best when you are executed at midnight under the full moon."
"Executed?!" Trisha sobbed.
"Yes, I need your powers. I'm starving. I haven't fed for weeks." She said with a cruel grin.
Horrified, Trisha looked up. "But I have no powers. Please, please let me go. I'm just a regular girl. I don't have any powers!"
"A virgin!" She spat. "You have never used your powers before? Oh, what a treat. You shall taste wonderful." With an evil laugh, she left the room. The door slammed shut behind her and a click of the lock followed. Trisha looked out the window and prayed her friends would once again save her.
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The army led by the Stone Sorcerer made its way through the fog, but they couldn't tell if they were going in a straight line or around and around in circles. Red pulsating holographic grave stones of Dreamers past continued to blink in the fog all around them.
"There has to be thousands of them." Crystal whispered.
"Nate, do you have any idea where we are going?" Mike asked.
"Just following the grave stones." Nate intoned riding along on Fluffy. "All the holographic graves are facing towards us, like warning signs. So I figure if we just keep going directly into them we will reach some final destination."
"Yeah, guess that makes sense." Mike said. "I just hope it doesn't end at our gravestones.
"Hate to add more bad news guys, but we are running short on time." Crystal pointed out. "And from my experience in hotels, people check out early in the morning and are noisy as hell in the halls. I could hardly ever sleep past 7 am." Nate glanced down at his watch he kept on real world time. It was nearly 7 am.
