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Darkness surrounds her dreams. A sound of footsteps and the sensations of going lower and lower. Deeper and deeper. Swallowed into the school. Into the earth. Eyes lurking in every shadow. Whispers from every wall. Calling her. Warning her away. Enticing her forward. Pain. Frustration. Destruction. Salvation. Destiny.
Destiny.
Destiny.
Destiny.
It was almost in a trance that she descended to the basement. Her bare feet sure of their footing as she descended to the bowels of the Academy. Whatever was down here, she was supposed to be there.
Fiona's eyes finally settle on the women in the room. Switching from Destiny to Freya with a look of confusion. Almost like they had suddenly appeared.
"Silent...."
They were silent. Both of them. That was impossible. As long as she could remember she had never found anyone or anything that was silent. It was always screaming. Yelling at her. The past, the present, the future. It was everywhere, blinding and deafening. But these two... people were holes of darkness. There was nothing.
"Silent darkness. Without past, present, or future..."
She would slowly reach out to try and touch Freya. Unsure if she was even there. Or not there yet.
Fiona stops her advance, unsure of if that was true or not. Instead she tries to look around the room for an explanation as to why these two told her nothing!
She slowly spun around watching the events of the last decade and a half unfold. Jumping erratically scenes unfolded before her. Humiliation, charm, anger, isolation.
She floats up and looks at her own limbs. Giggling as her mind went back to the young man she had seen in the library, and who had been in this room. How very much like puppet strings.
"Do words have meaning when people do not listen?"