Elemmiire stood in the forest she had been walking for some time now, and had no rhym or reason to be in the forest, her mind had blanked out on her and she was walking almost blind to the things around her. Not that she could see that far ahead. Sighing she found some old gnarled tree roots to sit on, they wound themselves around rocks, and themselves, an old elm tree standing not to far away. After several minutes of just sitting and thinking, about nothing really, she looked up, and all around her.

Lost... She thought simply. Lost. I'm just as lost on the outside world as I am on the one inside my mind... She said close to tears, her light green eyes becoming watery. Looking out onto the mists discouraged her.

Its so hard to see the way through all the fog... She spoke out loud spilling her thoughts out to the world. Standing she took a few steps into the murky mists of the woods. She walked at a fast pace, and became somewhat paranoid as she walked on, hearing things, voices, footsteps. Eventually her mind began to tip into insanity as it did, jumping off the edge without a parachute.

Screams came into her mind, and she began to run, all the screams, she saw nothing but smoke and fire in her way, her mind leaking out images of what she could almost remember. She slipped on a moss cover rock, her hair spilling out in front of her in an array of black, she mistook the strands for snakes and let out a scream as she fell. Landing on her wrist, and twisting her ankle, she knew that both would hurt for a while to come. All she saw was the mist, that seemed to close on her, like a silent coffin. Foot steps in the distance started to bring her back to what she felt was sanity for her mind, that was now void of any thoughts. Hearing the voices she didn't know what to do, so there she lay.

Sharzela walked carefully through the mist; it was very difficult to see anything this deep in the forests. She shivered as it condensed on her and dripped down her already sodden cloak, stretching her arm out in front of her she waved it slowly as if to dispel the fog. She shivered again but this time not because of the water, she felt uneasy as if something had just changed.
Sharzela stopped and sat down with a deep sigh, she had reached her destination.

In her travels across Arda she had heard rumors of this place, a place where dreams and reality blurred and sometimes became indistinguishable. She had been having trouble with her dreams lately, they where confusing and disconcerting. After much thought she had decided she would come to this place, maybe here she could resolve the dreams by confronting them directly. She had spent a lot of time researching this place and trying to find people who had been here. She had not had much luck, all she had found was wild stories and one insane villager.

Sharzela searched though her pack, hands finally settling on some food. She was running out of many essential and would soon have to re-sock. Her inventory of herbs was especially low. Sharzela sat and sorted thing, neatening her pack and wrapping her most valuable items in a water resistant piece of cloth. The cloth had been rubbed with wax and oils and had smelt pretty bad when she had firs got it, but now it was scented with a special mix of herb oils and smelt divine.

Sharzela jolted out of her silent ritual as screams, muffled by the mist, reached her. The screams where pretty far away, but Sharzela immediately jumped up and began running towards the sounds. After she had tripped several times over unnoticed logs she slowed to a walk. She nearly walked straight over the person lying on the ground; she had mistaken her for another log. Sharzela notice that the girl was injured. She kneeled down next to the girl and introduced herself “my name is Sharzela, I will help you heal that ankle, but this is not a very good place to be. I will need to find a clearing in which to work. Who might you be?”
Sharzela was slightly apprehensive; those screams had been ones of true horror. She did not want to meet the source of those screams, especially since in this place she might.

Elemmiire blinked a few times, the soupy fog, and her mind's ally with the forest made her thoughts blur together. ...who might you be? She heard as she tried to concentrate, hearing only a muffled sound as she introduced herself, and spoke to her.

I am Elemmiire Del Barra... She wrestled with her self on weather or not to trust this person, even wondered if she was real or just something from the back of her mind. Conjured from the depths of memories, and portrayed by the forest. She reached up towards the woman and touched her lightly. Are you real? She asked as she stared blankly at her. Her mind began to work a little bit better as the fog continued its decent on her, though it never seemed to touch her, she felt the damp bite of the water on her face.

Or are you created from the depths of this cursed forest and my mind? She asked continuing with her question as she sat up shaking her head she saw her hair again and almost began to panic, until she realized what it was, and what it wasn’t, she tied it back to keep it from her sight. She could hear the distant echoe of screams in her mind, though the seemed to be outside as well. Curse this place… The screams always spoke words but she could only make out a few of the sounds, and never the words, though she never really tried to understand them.

{{Blarg. I hate how Ita starts a fight in every single RP she enters. So I’ll change that.}}

The demons smiled. Not the genuine happy-smile, but a grin so corrupt it invoked the deepest of fears in all who saw.

Ita roared, slowly walking backward from the entities. The fog lingering up to her knees stirred from the movement. She held herself in a crouched battle position, holding her sword with both hands. The demons felt the least bit intimidated by the lupine’s gestures. They continued smiling, their needle-sharp teeth showing. They were dark red-colored and spikes ran down their backs. The demons’ flesh was rotting away or sported third degree burns. Their tails swayed back and forth as they continued lumbering towards Ita, hungry for some canine meat…

“I’m not afraid of demons! My very mentor was one, and he had the ability to kill people just with the thought of his visage!” Ita taunted, growling and baring her teeth. It didn’t help the situation. “F-fenrin! Come to my aid!” the lupine called, her nervousness finally affecting her speech. The black wolf did not come.
“Oh, don’t worry about your little pet, Ita. He’s…busy. Making amends with the elemental you forced him to kill.” One demon informed in a snakelike, hissing voice.
“How? Why are you here!?” Ita roared, slashing at one of the closer demons. However, instead of wounding the foul creature, the sword passed right through. The area cut was stirred (not unlike the mist surrounding the forest), but then reformed. Ita hissed in anger. “You’re not even real!”
“We’re more real than you think. Not only that, but we can inspire the most agonizing physical and emotional pain you’ve ever felt before.” The lead demon explained. The trees, the fog, everything surrounding Ita seemed to melt. The lupine’s sword followed suit and after that, the soul handler felt a huge loss: as if all her abilities became an archaic version of what they had been. Ita looked up, but did not see the demons she was now facing.

She saw her parents.

Two full-grown lupine, one heavily built and wearing a partial set of golden plate armor, while the other was a lithely built female wearing a long mage’s robe. The former had blonde, almost white, fur, and the latter had brown and white markings on her fur. The two looked down at Ita with expressions containing both disgust and sadness. But why were they so tall? Or maybe…it was Ita that was short. The lupine looked down at herself, only to find that her age had been extremely reduced. She was merely a pup, wearing shoddy leather armor that other pups were forced to wear as well. Right then and there she forgot everything she had known from ages on forward.

“See? She’s looking at herself as if she just found out she existed,” the female lupine said to the male. She sighed. “Despite both of our prestigious lineages, unfortunately we have produced an undesirable heir to Alpha.”
The male nodded at his wife, then looked down at Ita. “Insane, useless Ita.” The lupine then gave his daughter a swift kick, knocking her back. Ita whimpered, unable to get up.
Just then, her parents broke out into laughter. But the natural, genuine laughter slowly turned louder, then became more demonic, and when Ita finally got up it was not her parents she saw: but the demons wearing her parent’s clothes. Ita screamed and ran off, crying at her loudest.

She ran into thin air and the illusion abruptly stopped.

However, when everything was normal again, it was not thin air Ita had run into, but Sharzela. Ita had met her during a quest, and they had become bitter enemies. Nothing could have been more embarrassing than running into your biggest rival right when you’re enveloped in a vision and were involuntarily crying and screaming.

Ita’s solid white eyes turned back to their normal red self when the illusion was cancelled due to interaction with a real object. Ita paused for a moment, looked around, saw Sharzela, then immediately scrambled to her feet and away from the healer. Had she seen her illusion-induced act? Ita didn’t want to find out. She wiped out her tear-filled eyes and regained her uptight demeanor.
“So, Sharzela, we meet again. Too bad I’m not in the mood to fight. I need to tame a spirit and find my way out of here. People…see things…” she explained, trying to be intimidating but failing horribly. It’s hard to be evil when you’re emotionally distraught. “So, what brings you and that person here?” Ita asked, pointing to Elemmiire.

However, soon the lupine felt a sharp pain in her ribs, as if someone had kicked her ten or so minutes ago…

{{So now due to that Ita has become temporarily docile and can function as a team member until she leaves the forest, where she’ll become her usual self again.}}

{OO, cool… I never thought id see the day when Ita was docile ^-^}

Sharzela stood over the girl frowning in concern
“I am Elemmiire Del Barra... ” the girl said. hmm, sounded like a noble’s name.

“Are you real?” the girl sounded confused as she reached up and touched Sharzela’s face. It was obvious that she had been having a dream…. Or whatever it was here.
“Or are you created from the depths of this cursed forest and my mind?”
yes, definitely a dream, the girl sat up shaking her head as if to clear it. A look of panic crossed the girls face, Sharzela watched the girl for a short time then spoke, “I am real, but this place often shows you dreams…. They become real here. It is not a good place to get injured.” Sharzela smiled at this. “to heal your ankle I will need to find a clearing, don’t worry I can be trusted” she smiled again, this time it was encouraging.

Sharzela twisted around suddenly as she heard crying, screaming.Sshe stood up quickly, jumping slightly as Ita appeared out of the mist. Sharzela groaned silently, another person to deal with! She did not feel like people at the moment, Ita least of all. For she was one of the few people who had ever pushed Sharzela into a fight. Ita moved back wards and Sharzela noticed she seemed unsure, which was weird for the Lupine.
“So, Sharzela, we meet again. Too bad I’m not in the mood to fight. I need to tame a spirit and find my way out of here. People…see things…”
Ita not in the mood to fight?! Sharzela’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly realised that ther was a reason; there are not many people who are evil by birth, most have suffered often. Most turn evil to hide the weakness inside, to cover the hurt and make themselves feel powerful. Sharzela had always thought that Ita was one of these. The Realm of dreams would be full of nightmares for her.
“So, what brings you and that person here?”the lupine pointed and Sharzela turned and looked down in concern, glancing back at Ita. She kneeled back down next to Elemmiire facing Ita. “I do not know why Elemmiire is here, I found her injured as she is. I am a healer, I heal. If you do not wish to fight, maybe you can tell me if you have seen a clearing where I can make camp and do my job”this was not Sharzela’s normal tone, but she had come here for herself, for once she had found time for herself. Now here she was with an injured girl in her arms and one of her least favourite people standing above. It was not the situation she had wanted when she had decided to make her way here.

Elemmiire listened closely putting the words of Sharzala in the forefront of her hearing, trying to block out the screaming she heard in her mind. “I am real, but this place often shows you dreams…. They become real here. It is not a good place to get injured.”

If that was a dream, I would hate to see what a nightmare looks like... She shuddered at the thought, as screams got closer in her ears.

She hadn't noticed Ita come over barely able to separate things in her mind, she hated this place already, her mind tortured her enough, taunting her with bits and pieces of memories, and now it showed them vividly.

I am here because...because I think that my feet wanted me to come here, and my mind wished to release thoughts and images from its chambers, other then that I don't have any other idea...but if I had a choice I wouldn't touch this place with a ships mast, let alone come here... She shuddered again, the damp bite reached down into her bones, and suddenly she felt a heat, as though fire raged around her.

The fog seemed to take on a reddish glow around her, and she watched as all that she had seen began to blur and change. Not again... She thought as a look of pure horror came onto her face, and a nauseating feeling of dread writhed within her soul.

Sharzela looked different to her now, a black cloak, and a shadowed face, Ita looked like a villager, whom held a weapon. Not knowing what to do, Elemmiire sat up and pulled herself to her feet, turning to look back at them both, wincing from her ankle, the pain had spread up towards he knee. Though panic was much more predominant in her features. The trees around her seemed to be on fire and the screams resounded clearly and loudly in her mind, almost as though they were being projected to the forest its self, for all she knew they could have been. The illusion of houses being burned soon began to form.

Looking around and limping backwards she let tears form in her eyes, as her hands shook, she looked down at them, they seemed to be stained red, what had she done though? Her gaze now turned further down, and she saw death all around her feet, red blood running down around her pooling at her feet.

Looking around now distraught, she must have looked insane just standing there, but this was far from her thoughts at the moment, as something caught her ear. A faint whisper on the wind; a voice that sounded so very familiar.

Let your blood flow...pay for my misery you worthless worms... Only then did she realize that it was her own voice the words running together so smoothly her face felt warm from the heat of the flames that seemed so real to her. Terrified she let herself fall down to her knees and placed her hands on either side of her head, and shook it vigorously. Its not real... She whispered quietly to herself, repeating it though still not sure she could trust herself, or her voice any more.