It was so cold. It was impossible to think that anything could survive in such numbing cold. Time meant nothing here, nothing meant nothing here. The Abyss was all encompassing, all engrossing. It was everything and it was nothing. That was it's nature, and Nailah Al-Ammar knew it all too well. It was her lover, her best friend, her teacher, her mother and her mortal enemy. Memories came and went, fleeting things that barely brought any emotions any longer. She'd been here too long, the cold had seeped into her bones, into her mind, into her dreams...if she even dreamed any more. Were they memories? Or just dreams? Consciousness came and went until it was almost too difficult to tell which was which. Sleep. Awake. Up. Down. There was just darkness. Just the never ending cold.
Except for the intensely annoying feeling of magic against her skin, itchy and irritating. The Magic of other mages that kept her from embracing the Abyss like she was used to. It kept her contained, kept her in tact but more importantly kept her from simply leaving. Her magic would have allowed her to leave of her own will anytime she wished, but she wasn't here of her own will. She was trapped, imprisoned by the very people she'd dedicated her life to. The Order of Ulrich had betrayed her, but worse then that her own father had betrayed her. He'd looked her in the eyes before pushing her into the Abyss without so much as an apology or a remorseful look. He broke what remained of her dark heart in that instant, smashing it to pieces and awakening a monster he had yet to see. A monster that he trained personally.
The magic that had kept her imprisoned had weakened, though she had no way of telling how much time had passed. Still, it was enough to bring some level of consciousness back to her as the Abyss began to whisper and taunt, to seduce and plead. She ignored it, as she had for so very long, brushing off the inky touches to use what power she could grasp onto. She had to make contact, had to find some way to escape. People needed her, needed her strength and power and logic. The memories were hazy, but somehow she knew. She needed to get out, and she needed people powerful enough to keep the Abyss from claiming her when she tried. She had been there too long, without help she'd never get out.
It took so much effort to focus past the magic that held her physical body and push her mind into the Abyss she knew so well. There was no distance here, no sense of direction. Somehow that had always made it easier to move about then it was on Earth, in the physical realm. Intangibility had it's ups. Reaching out she searched for the only person who would even believe her, even consider the strangeness of what she was going to tell him.
Her White Knight.
Ever so slowly, the darkness parted, but it was like looking down a well and trying to see light on the other side. It was night time, her brain registered that, as the form of Alistair Greene came into view. Asleep in his bed, so peaceful, so pure. He was a force to be reckoned with though and that was the biggest reason she needed him...the other was because she trusted him which she could rarely say about anything. Remembering how to project her voice took a bit of time, it told her she'd been here far longer then she'd first thought but eventually she found it.
