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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The door to Trisha's prison was opened and the Wraith Queen stood in the opening with wraith ghouls on either side. Her glowing eyes bathing the room in green light again for a minute and then subsiding. "It's nearly time. Bring her." The queen commanded.
Trisha backed up pleading, "Please! I don't have any powers! Don't do this!" The evil queen laughed as Trisha was dragged from the room kicking and screaming. They went down a long spiral staircase, then out the main gates and into the foggy forest. Soon they came to an opening surrounded by black wraiths, with a large sacrificial stone alter in the center.
Crying more hysterical now, knowing her time was running out for rescue, Trisha screamed as she was placed on her back on the stone alter with her arms and legs held down by wraiths taking physical appearance. Their skeletal hands holding her and the stench of death and decay making her want to vomit. They were very strong and no matter how much she tried she could not move.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Trisha yelled.
"I am the Wraith Queen Miranda. Ruler of the dead, devourer of souls." She said in a raised booming echoing voice so all could hear. "And my favorite souls are those of Dreamers with powers I can consume and make my own. Like yours my dear!"
Trisha looked up through her tears and saw the fog had dissipated but the coldness had stayed. The full moon was high above her with thick dark clouds moving in. It began to snow, light flakes gently falling straight down in the windless night. It was deathly quiet except for Trisha's soft sobs. She had given up hope. Her friends weren't coming to rescue her, they wouldn't be sleeping for several more hours and would be too late when they came back to the dream world.
The Wraith Queen recited some ancient text from memory, with her hands held out to each side, palms up, glowing an eerie emerald green color, the same as her eyes. She put her palms to the sides of Trisha's head and Trisha screamed out in pain. It was like a million needles were stuck into every square inch of her body all at once and then pushed inside her going deeper and deeper. Agonizing pain.
Then there was a blinding white light streaking across the sky. It struck the wraiths circling the opening one after another like domino's, turning them into physical form. The tree's came alive smashing branches down upon them, followed by flying stones. A large hole had been cut through the circle of wraiths before they could react. Black goo soiling the ground where they had floated mere seconds before. Three people ran through the opening toward Trisha and the Wraith Queen, and Trisha knew her friends had somehow come to save her.
Miranda looked up in shock. Never had she had anyone so boldly attack her. Every fight had only ever had her attacking and the Dreamer trying to defend and flee. But it only took seconds, and the shock was gone, replaced by rage. "How dare you challenge me!" She yelled throwing fire and lightning at the three soon to be dead Dreamers. They were dodging her shots from afar, but the closer they got the easier it would be to destroy them.
