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Gazing around, she saw the others stirring from their sleep, awoken by the terrified screams. She opened her eyes, and recognised the familiarity of the camp site. She placed a hand on her face, feeling nothing more than what it should be, smooth, un-damaged skin. Eventually she stopped, her voice hoarse with fear, tears running down her cheeks. She awoke screaming, holding her arms over her face, shielding herself against little more than thin air. Teleria screamed one final time, before falling unconscious. She continued to scream her loudest, hoping that someone, anyone would hear her, but all this seemed to do was make her attackers more violent, as they tore at her furiously. Hundreds of tiny teeth and claw’s ripped into her exposed face, all the while pecking at her as she fell. The dark presence returned again, with a flurry of wings, and a shrill cry. The glow stick dropped from her hand and fell away, as she continued to plunge downwards towards the bottom of the abyss. Teleria screamed as she fell, trying to grasp onto something, anything, but found nothing but thin, gaseous air. She took a step backwards, tripping over a stone and plunging towards the eternal, dark abyss which the ground seemed to have become. This act did nothing more than startle a large group of what appeared to be bats in the offending tree, sending them off in a flurry of beating wings, and garnering a little whelp of fear from Teleria. Cursing loudly, she brought her blade around, embedding it in the offending branch. As she rose to her previous crouching stance, her head collided with a branch. Teleria let out a mournful sigh, unable to see anything on the ground. She began to think she had taken a wrong turn, and ducked low to the ground, hoping to catch a glimpse of the terrain she was currently standing on. Crouching low, she began to make her way towards the disturbance, darkness pressing in around her.Ī seeping cold began to fill the air around her, and the ground underfoot began to become increasingly rocky.
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A sharp crack in the distance drew her attention, along with what sounded like a heavy footfall. She grasped the handle of her blade, warily rising to her feet as her eyes adjusted to the now darkened surroundings. It was soon after midnight when the fire went out, and plunged the camp site into darkness. Teleria found comfort in this, knowing that as long as the snoring continued, she wasn’t completely alone. Barely minutes after they had, the quiet sound of snoring would fill the air, and join others that were already asleep. One by one, the others returned to their tents, drifting into weary, nightmare-ridden dreams. She sat there for what seemed to be hours, watching as the fire continued its repetitive cycle, never changing, except for the occasional diminishing of its flames, which was met by the hurried reply of kindling, and other flammable materials, being pushed into its base. Her gaze shifted warily between the others sat around the fire, occasionally meeting their own eyes, only to dart back to the fire. The fire crackled and danced, sending shadow’s around the camp, and warming her to the bone. Wearied eyes bored into her as she sat down on a small, blackened log, next to the fire place. It was not long after the sun had finally slipped over the horizon, darkening the sky to almost pitch black when she finally arrived back at the camp site. She felt the urge to look away, to run, as if some dark, ominous presence was extending its grasp towards her, but she dismissed such things as childish, and continued her lone march towards the camp site. Towards the furthest end of the valley, she could just make out a deep, rocky crevice, lined by large, looming boulders, which sent shadows across the valley. The valley was roughly formed around a central lake, with various species of tree growing wildly on the steep, rocky slopes. She continued to gaze around at her surroundings as she walked. She noted the small, rather elegant tents were roughly positioned in a semi-circle, all facing inwards, towards a small, flickering fire. Teleria sighed, looking up at the sky one last time before turning to walk back towards the camp site. The failing sun glinted on the horizon, turning the sky to a purple hue, and blinding the group of weary sentinels as they prepared to set up camp for the coming night in a small, tree filled valley, near the southern edge of Ashenvale.