Direction

You reach out feeling the heat burning your skin. You give it a push. It is excrutiatingly painful but slowly you move it towards one of the walls of your prison. Water trickles in thick rivulets as you get closer and closer. You slam the fiery orb into the wall, not caring about your charred fingers. With an earsplitting CRACK the wall splits, small slivers of sharp, brittle ice explode outward as the wall collapses into the darkness leaving a large hole. The orb of light follows. You curse silently under your breath for losing such a potentially powerful artifact. The shadows flow in behind its retreating form. once again you are in the dark. The shadows welcome you once again. They wrap around you, gently caressing your form. And then they are everywhere, pushing from every direction. A sudden punishing pressure envelopes you. You can't see, you can't breath. You feel as though you are being crushed. As suddenly as it began the feeling dissipates leaving you feeling almost...light. The feeling is short lived as the sharp pain of your arm's crawling regeneration brings you back to your senses.

There is something else in the dark...not just her...I can feel it...