Between Worlds

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The melody of birds ceased simultaneously with the waning of the foliage's hue. The leaves descended gradually, akin to tears cascading down one's cheeks. The blossoms wilted in a fleeting moment. The fauna reclined and succumbed to a profound slumber. The once lively and limpid water transformed into ice. The waterfall metamorphosed into a perilous precipice of lethal, pointed icicles. The atmosphere grew frigid, and the firmament darkened. All vitality came to a halt. The Forest of Elysium has ceased to exist.

A distressed cry emanated from her lips as her eyes abruptly opened. Her physique quivered, and the restraints that encircled her frame constricted as she endeavored to shift. She inhaled sharply and shut her eyes, endeavoring to compose herself. She recited the phrases "Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm" to herself in an effort to regain her composure.

The restraints have been loosened, and her eyes have reopened. However, the only sight that greeted her was one of utter devastation and emptiness. The forest, which she had once held dear, has now become a tomb that ensnares her between two worlds. The passage of time is difficult to discern, but it has been nearly a millennium since her entrapment began.

With a heavy sigh, she commenced her journey, but her progress was impeded by the chains that bound her. She was only able to traverse to the periphery of the once thriving forest before the chains restrained her. Despite her valiant efforts to resist their pull, she was ultimately overpowered and forced to turn back towards the elder tree, which struggled to survive amidst the desolation.

'Some one! Anyone! Please...please...save her!'

The resounding and abrupt vocalization of a gentleman reverberated throughout her surroundings. She stops abruptly. Did she perceive that auditory sensation? She patiently awaits for a recurrence. Alas, there is none. She proceeds to walk again.

'I will do anything! Anything that is asked. please... anyone listening...save her! Just her! I care not for the child. But she...she does not deserve to die!'

The utterance was unmistakably a vocalization. She stops and proceeded to survey her surroundings. With a modicum of effort, she extended her senses through the tenuous fabric of reality and grasped at it, pulling it towards herself. The palpitations of a heart, fraught with intense desperation, fear, and sorrow, assailed her consciousness.

An image materialized, revealing the barrier that had previously concealed her from the outside world and identifying the source of her emotions. Meanwhile, a figure lurked in the shadows, his eyes betraying a sense of panic and his unkempt shoulder-length hair adding to his disheveled appearance. The woman gazed in the direction of his intense scrutiny, observing a hooded figure adorned with a cloak and mask approaching the entrance.

'No..nononono! Too late. It can't be. Save her! Don't let her die!!' the man mentally cried out.' He took a step forward.

Her gaze shifted towards the unfamiliar individual standing in front of her, cognizant of the fact that he was unable to perceive her presence. Perhaps, there was a possibility. "I possess the ability to rescue her!" she exclaimed.

There was an absence of any reaction from him. A vivid green light is emitted from the lower windows. The man proceeds to take another step forward. She tugs on the chains, endeavoring to get as close to the barrier as possible. With great force, she exclaims, "I possess the ability to save her!"

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Severus clenched his teeth as he observed the entrance of the dark lord into the abode. Despite his desire to speak, no words escaped his lips, and his feet remained immobile. Abruptly, an electric surge of energy surged from his back to his cranium, causing him to stumble and inhale sharply. His eyesight became hazy, and his surroundings came to a standstill. Snape fights to regain his composure. He falls to his knees and then forces himself to rise. His physical being is experiencing excruciating agony.

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