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Pain. Siren trembled. Everything was black, she couldn't see what was happening around her. She could feel her skin searing as she lay against a hot surface. She wanted to move, to get away from the heat, but her body wouldn't move. Through the pain of burning flesh she could feel her limbs weren't aligned right. Her head pounded as her ears popped and suddenly there was sound again, muffled crackling noises and a shrill ringing in her ears, but sound. She was broken. She was trapped in her own body as it charred. An intense heat that tore through her resistances to hot temperatures, this was on another level and the pain never stopped. Her nerves should have been burned away long ago now but the heat carried on. The air itself seared her eyes and came in waves, a hot wind that varied in temperature as such that it was almost pleasant when it died down reducing the temperature. There was a source of heat nearby greater than the stone she lay on, the wind carrying it's heat along with it. Instinctively she reached out with her magic, trying to call the ocean to her aid. To heal herself. To be rid of this heat. To shield herself from harm. Something. Anything. Nothing. There was no response. Not a drop answered her call. Furious with her failure she lashed out, her broken body unmoving but a ripple of magic fueled by her emotion caused a tremor of some sort but she didn't know what happened if anything. Where am I! Why is this happening. She struggled to remember, as clouded as her mind was. A dragon. Light. Ice. There was a fight... But what happened. She remembered the mage atop the dragon, teleporting it across vast distances keeping out of hear reach... She was roaring, inhuman, when it hit her. Once. Twice, in immediate succession she was pulverized by the brunt of the dragon's magic. A third time, a fourth. There was no light anymore. Siren moaned, her muscles twitching. A spasm shot up her leg and it tensed, straightening out against a hard rocky surface that burned her as though she were meat on a hot stovetop... Until her foot sunk into something. It was thick, like mud. And hot. Hotter than the stone and it clung to her with a vengeance. It felt like it would eat away at her body, like her foot was lost to her now. Even as she managed to pull her leg back, the heat clung to her now heavy foot. It was the source of the heat. She knew what it was. Lava. Another spasm and her arm contracted, curling itself against her chest while her fingers dug into her skin above her heart against her will. Her body seemed to be fixing itself. The hot burning being accentuated by the sensation of her bones shifting and muscles straining themselves. The ringing in her ears was coming more into focus, gaining depth to the noise and the crackling faded into a popping bursting noise and the rush of what sounded like waves. She moaned again, the pain unbearable but something was different. Her body was mending, and with great effort she reached out with her arm once the tensing stopped. As she hoped, she had regained function. She didn't feel anything around her but rock. A hard stone slightly slanted slab was where she lay, with loose stones getting knocked away as she brushed her hand out from her to get a feel of where she was. It served only to leave more questions. Writhing on the stone Siren endured for longer, becoming more in control of her body. As she did, she clawed at the ground to pull herself up the slope of the stone, dragging herself slowly away from the lava. Everywhere was hot, but the hottest was there. Her foot still burned, more so than the rest of her at least, from the still molten globules clinging to it. She had only managed to move a few feet before she could feel an edge. A hot wind brushed against her finger tips, a bad sign. When she dragged herself far enough she could dangle her arm over the edge. There was a drop off here, and judging from the heat... it was more lava. She could hear the sound of something bursting and a shower of hot globs rained down on her. Siren screamed. She'd managed to avoid it until now, enduring the pain. She couldn't have imagined it getting any hotter but in the shower of molten rock clinging to her body it happened of it's own accord. She barely registered the fact at first, her own scream just adding the the background noise. She grew angry. Angry at the dragon. Angry at whoever resurrected the fucking thing, and angry at herself. Angry at herself for screaming. Angry at herself for being weak, for losing to the dragon. Angry at herself... For dying. She was in hell. The fact sunk in, a moment of clarity. She was in hell. This would go on for an eternity. It felt like one already. How many hours... how many days, how many weeks. How many months had she been laying here as it was? Siren clenched her teeth. Damn the pain. Damn her weakness. Damn the heat. Siren forced herself up onto her knees, her muscles screaming at her to stop. Slow down, what's wrong with you woman. She still could not open her eyes to see for herself the hell she was in. But she could bloody stand up. I am not going to be some tormented soul. I am not going to sit here and burn. Pulling one leg up still on one knee she braced herself and rocked up onto her feet. An immediate rush of vertigo made her stumble backwards down the slope. Her foot caught on something slick and her feet came out from under her. There was no more stone to catch her fall. She splashed into the lava behind her. She screamed again, powerfully. Forcefully. She could clearly hear it herself this time and her lungs shook with the force of it until the hot liquid filled her mouth. The lava varied in consistency. Nearer to the stone it was thick like mud but further in where her head fell below the surface it was running easily, a fluid. Siren nearly gave up. She wanted to stop existing. She was already dead, there was no escape for her. No. No. No no no no, NO . Siren thrashed against the liquid fighting a current that was dragging her further under and away from the stone. She tried again to use her magic. She tried to do anything to save herself, reaching out blindly with her magic to get a response. The current shifted, her body rose. A hard surface formed under her. Coughing as she struggled to clear her throat Siren was dazed by her ordeal, and confused at the response she got from the lava. It was liquid earth. It made no logical sense that it'd be affected by her ocean magic. But she was in hell, lava took the place of water here. There was no water. She started to panic as lava hardened in her throat, her airways constricting as her last wheeze of a cough dropped lava onto the surface that she, presumably, created. As soon as she started to panic, the stone seemed to slip down her throat. Disappearing, fueling her. Her skin felt cooler somehow. Her limbs felt stronger. Siren rolled over and rose to her knees once more. She felt calm now as she brushed lava off her body, molten globs and hardened chunks alike rolling off of her body now. A deep breath, full of sulfur and hot dry air, but a deep breath none the less, and she opened her eyes at last. What she saw was awe inspiring, but h͉̩͎͓̮͍̪o͖r͕͕͙͔̻̞r͖̲if̰̳̪̖̤̞y̜̝̖̺ͅin̗̤̗̥̺g̜͍͉͕͉̼͎. |
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