Grasping onto Reality || Private

The necklace won't last long.... You will soon fall into my grasp again... Remember the pleasant feeling that you felt when you were under my control, Elizabeth?... Everything was okay... You felt no pain... You couldn't cry, or suffer, or anything... You were safe, closed in your mind... Besides, the voices end up becoming your friends... Your only companion in there, but a companion regardless...

Thud!

The petite, fragile figure of a woman fell on the ground and onto her knees, arms shaking as she desperately tried to not fall entirely, to not pass out. The helmet falling off her head, and on the ground, with a metallic clank!, the girl looked up, her mesmerizing electric blue eyes, filled with terror, looked around the scenery, seeking help... Or perhaps making sure that nobody was there to see her. Her left hand finally going down due to the tiredness and the weak estate in which the red-haired girl was, the female collapsed on the ground, on her back, her blue eyes now focused on the dark sky above her. It was nighttime already. How long had she been walking? Was it like that, to be a wanderer? Someone without a place to call home. A place where to relax and think things through. Was it always this hard? It had been several weeks, since Elizabeth left the Rune Knights, for the sake of their own safety, and eliminated any possible way the Magic Council, or her supperiors, would have used to contact her and question her about her abrupt leave. She didn't want to admit it. She didn't want to admit that she was weak willed, and the monster that lived in her body could easily take it over. How could she? How could she inform her supperiors that, from one of the good soldiers, she had become a possible peril for the Rune Knights? It was impossible.

Your body will soon be mine again.

The voice of Blair, the cursed witch that inhabitated her body once more sounded through Elizabeth's head, causing her to slowly, weakly take up her left hand and place it on a thick metallic necklace, placed around her neck. Gripping it, as if her life depended on it, she inhaled deeply, the terrified look in her eyes remaining there, and sighed. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. The words came out of her mouth between heavy breaths, caused by the tiredness, with an easily audible furious note in each word she said. A short, abrupt laugh, filled with malice sounded in her head once more, causing her to move her hands to her head, biting her lip softly. I can't take this anymore....

It was more than obvious, that Elizabeth Silvershield was finally breaking. The rapid succession of everything that had happened to her lately, had weakened her emotionally, and as a consequence, had began a slow process which plainly destroyed Elizabeth, with the help of Blair. Yet another Master of Shadows was falling to the voices. Yet another master of shadows was falling to insanity. Elizabeth had been appearing in weird places, without knowing when or how she got there, usually covered in blood. Illusion and Delusion had been so covered in blood the last few weeks, that she could barely clean them. She didn't recall what she had been doing for hours and hours, and the time she had forgotten where she was or what she was doing, was when massive massacres were reported to have ocurred. She was losing her mind, she knew it. Everything connected. She was becoming a monster, the same as her great-great-great-grandfather, Zed, and he had told her, in her dreams, more than once that once she lost her mind, Chaos and Disasters would reach the world, and many would lose their lives to her before anyone stopped her. She was becoming the monster of the prophecy, and she desperately needed a saviour.

A saviour to stop the Nightmare from coming true.