What was happening?
The fight started again. The scorpion spraying its dark mist and people turning to dust before she changed. The Dragoons were legends. Tales left to scrolls and books. Yet, here it was. The power of a dragoon was coursing through her. The scorpion didn't stand a chance...
And then there was that feeling. Of losing herself to something darker. What could it mean?
Slowly Marmalade opened her eyes. The light streaming in stung her eyes. Immediately, her hands went to her eyes. It was warm. It should be colder than this, she wad outside.... right? As quickly as she shouldn't have sat up, Marmalade cringed. Her head was spinning now. What a idiotic thing to do! She relaxed her hands and let them fall to her lap and blinked a few times until her eyes adjusted. Looking around, she realized she was in the inn. There was a small fire going. Marmalade eased herself over to the edge of the bed put her feet on the ground. This was real. That means what happened was real too. There was a man sleeping in a chair next to her bed. She assumed he brought her in. He looked like a nobleman. She didn't hide the distaste on her face. Nobles were snoody so-and-sos that did nothing for anyone but themselves. Quietly, she stood and started to walk, her legs shaking as she did. Anyone who had been injured last night was in here. Marmalade saw the young woman she had met in the forest. Caelyn. Her heart sank. She remembered the attack the woman suffered, she must be in a lot of pain.
Marmalade looked around for someone in charge and spotted another woman. This one she didn't know. Quickly she walked up and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
The fight started again. The scorpion spraying its dark mist and people turning to dust before she changed. The Dragoons were legends. Tales left to scrolls and books. Yet, here it was. The power of a dragoon was coursing through her. The scorpion didn't stand a chance...
And then there was that feeling. Of losing herself to something darker. What could it mean?
Slowly Marmalade opened her eyes. The light streaming in stung her eyes. Immediately, her hands went to her eyes. It was warm. It should be colder than this, she wad outside.... right? As quickly as she shouldn't have sat up, Marmalade cringed. Her head was spinning now. What a idiotic thing to do! She relaxed her hands and let them fall to her lap and blinked a few times until her eyes adjusted. Looking around, she realized she was in the inn. There was a small fire going. Marmalade eased herself over to the edge of the bed put her feet on the ground. This was real. That means what happened was real too. There was a man sleeping in a chair next to her bed. She assumed he brought her in. He looked like a nobleman. She didn't hide the distaste on her face. Nobles were snoody so-and-sos that did nothing for anyone but themselves. Quietly, she stood and started to walk, her legs shaking as she did. Anyone who had been injured last night was in here. Marmalade saw the young woman she had met in the forest. Caelyn. Her heart sank. She remembered the attack the woman suffered, she must be in a lot of pain.
Marmalade looked around for someone in charge and spotted another woman. This one she didn't know. Quickly she walked up and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"