Catherine was beyond angry now, and yet her fire was the most glamorous weapon of them all. It flickers with all its honor; maybe that was why she was so delighted with it? The passion along with the welcoming feel of it bestows, but as she approached it deep inside her, it snarls and bites.
It suddenly turned the Wasteland pitch-black, no light reached the ground through the waste clearing, the smell was still as stinky as a rotten cheese. The type of dark that transpires in a complete solar eclipse, blocking out the light, the noise, the feeling of being, leaving you in the silence of stillness, if only for a few seconds. As the blackness comes Catherine watches herself be erased, eyes open, and seeing nothing at all, the only sign of her being in the constant thump of her heart and the cold air in her lungs.
They were almost a day's travel past the wasteland hills before Dave relaxed. He made their traveling days shorter and went easier on the wild mares. Dave tames the two animals according to their need and in no time they were galloping it. Unlike natural herds, these mares were every color, shape, and size. The only thing each had in common was the halter it wore on its head for easy catching.
Was this truly happening? Could this be what life had in store for her today? After everything else that is thrown at her now, she had to deal with this too?“You've got to be kidding me,” Catherine thought her body filling with adrenaline.
“Darn, it! Dave, what the hell was that?” Catherine asked. A nervous tone in her voice followed by a panic on her mind, as she turns head darting in every niche of the mountain. Her vision again blurring and yet accompanied by the humming of her brain as she warmed up her fire, heart beating faster, ready for any unwanted attack.
“Please tell me I'm wrong, is that Vnee Medea?” She asked, after a few seconds a contorted expression appeared on her face.“Sadly, yes that's her!” He replied then hold his breath, he doesn't want to anger the healer, he knows better than that.
Blood rumbled through Sean's head, his chest felt too laden, the shadows engulf him from all over around him, his breathing stopped, his heart stammered, dark spots danced before his eyes, and for the life of him, he could not move to turn his head. He felt frozen to the spot, yet he could hear Vnee Medea's angry shouting “You are nothing to me, human, this cave will trap you forever!”
Catherine stood up. She had listened to every syllable of Sean's questions, and it conveys troubles. “This is Dave, my friend who assists you and saves your ass by the way so don't give me that look.”“Your friend?” Sean trailed off then
The next morning, an eerie silence settled over the mountain of Woodland. The extensive howling sound of the unnatural wind ceased in unison. Birds of prey and land predators stalking their next meal froze in place as though aware of the great unknown power, appearing from above the mountains. The sounds, the movement, all the signs of life that filled the dawn light just halted. The wildlife knew what was happening.