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How strange. Enoch had expected something to happen when she touched the hilt of the weapon. Some amazing ray of sunlight or even just a feeling that she was making the right choice. That she was where she was supposed to be. Instead she was just standing in the middle of the desert with her hand on the alien weapon. What a disappointment. 

The arrival of the stranger was so sudden that Enoch jumped, turning her emerald gaze on him. She hadn't heard him approach. Swallowing, she felt the sword leave her fingers, and Enoch felt a flicker of annoyance. This wasn't the 'something' she had been waiting for? This mystery skull-rider to appear and take the sword? This was more disappointing than before. 

Her hand remained outward, as if she were expecting something else to appear for her to grasp. Nothing did. But the man waved his sword with a soft woosh, and sliced something she hadn't seen before. Fear rose in her as the line appeared, and she stepped backward as …. whatever that was opened like a mouth, revealing something she couldn't have understood if she tried. “Wha—“ She breathed out, shocked. How was there something there!? This was all just desert! Sand! Heat! There was no … whatever that was! Awed beyond words, Enoch took a cautious step to the side, trying to look behind the mouth, expecting to see something to explain the strange sight, but what she saw only made it worse. There was just sand! More sand, for miles. The same desert she had lived in her whole life. This mouth just floated in the air like a droplet of rain.

Enoch jumped again when Skull-Rider took her still extended hand. His grip was gentle, but firm at once, and Enoch blinked dumbly at him. Her tension grew when he stepped toward the mouth, and when Enoch realized he intended to step inside it, she felt the urge to strike him. He had escaped one dragon, and was dragging her into the mouth of another?! She bent her legs, trying to pull away, but his grip was stronger than her ground. Her feet slid through the sand as he stepped into the mouth. With a panicked gasp, she lept over where she knew the teeth would be, her body shrinking as she felt her feet land on something solid. There was a loud clank as her mother's axe fell from her hand.

Her eyes closed, Enoch didn't move, waiting for ivory teeth to chomp down and crush her body. It never came. She just felt unbelievably cold. She'd never been this cold before. Not even on the chilliest of nights in the desert. Shivering, Enoch peeked an eye open, and felt her confusion deepen as she took in her new surroundings. Everything looked like it was made of stone. Only, the smoothest stone she had ever seen. Like the strange metal of her mother's axe. There were torches, too, in strange colours, like when Pandu would throw powder into the flames during festivities. And they weren't dancing wildly, but contained and solid.

Enoch's eyes went down to her bare feet. There was sand littering the floor. It, too, was made of the metal stone. Tucking her arms close, Enoch exhaled shakily, bewildered as a cloud left her lips. 

For the third time in the last few moments, Enoch jumped when the mystery man with the sword and the skull moved suddenly. He crossed to the stone wall and opened it (yes, opened it!), and dug his arms inside. Enoch could do nothing more but stare in shock and confusion. Penemu, help me. Enoch thought in terror. What is this? What have I gotten into?

The man returned with a blanket, which was the first thing Enoch recognized in this alien world. He held it out, and she silently took it, wrapping it around her tightly. Even the blanket felt weird, but it was warm, and that was all she could appreciate, for the moment. 

“Metal...” she repeated the word. Her brow knit together quickly, struggling with her thoughts. He was asking about something. A weapon of her fathers. Or mothers. She had something like that, didn't she? It was at home, on her wall. Back in the desert. She had stared at it before she left, and brought it with her. It was the one on her wall. “That,” She breathed out shakily, her hand pointing to the covered item on the floor. “It was my mother's. My father gave it...” She stopped. Had her father been here? The axe was from here? The same shiny stone? Enoch's eyes widened as she fell into her thoughts again, her wide, shocked gaze on the odd walls.
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