Wake up, get up, get out there.

Jasmine

Silk.

Black silk sheets, and on them light brown skin. Not tan like Lana though, like… me.

I sat up, and hot damn there it was. My own limbs, my own skin. My own brain crammed inside my head. There wasn’t even the stirring of those other emotions. There was only me.

I didn’t get the luxury of thinking I was back home. Not only were black sheets tacky, but the room was all wrong. These walls were black, and looked like they were formed naturally, a cave of some kind maybe. There was junk everywhere, the room was lined with shelves, filled with magical looking trinkets. Maybe they were magic, who knew? Just like Gabe’s big fucking castle in the sky screamed, “I’m a good guy, I’m a good guy, trust me!” This place screamed, “Danger!”

“Curiouser and curiouser said Alice.” Said me, as I got up. I was trying to remember what happened, but I felt like I’d been underwater for days. I was gone. Not asleep, just turned off. I won the fight, went to meet with Gabe, and then it all goes black. I clenched my hand into an angry fist. "Gabe." I growled, feeling the familiar broil of bad blood in my veins. He was behind this, somehow.

Could I escape? What was I wearing? Sweatpants, and a tank. Good enough.

I stumbled out of bed, and out of the room. I felt so week. Being in that orc’s body felt so good, and this was just feeble. All my hard work, and I felt like an invalid in my own body.

I threw the door of the room open and came spilling out into a dining room. It was bad ass. It was round and one half looked like it had been carved into black stone, the other was overlooking a misty more, or bog, or whatever you call it. We were high up too. Whatever this place was it had to look awesome. Probably carved into the side of a volcano like Syndrome’s lair.

I say we, because that fuck from the bus was here. Along with Skye.

“Master what’s going on?” I demanded. I used the long dining table to support my weight. It was so pathetic. Regardless I crawled on like a zombie with no legs.

Maybe that wasn’t Skye, the vibe was the same. But her clothing was black along with her air, though she floated and billowed in the same way.

“Ah you’re awake.” He sleazed slimely. “We were just discussing what our next steps should be.”

“Like I care.” I went to raise a fist to him, but that’s as far as my hand would go. I couldn’t touch this man. He smiled at this, and I knew that smile. I hated that smile. “There’s no way, you won.” I looked at my hand in horror. “Where are the others?”

The bastard just raised his hand like he was trying to make peace. “Relax it’s just you. I rescued you before I made our escape.”

“Rescued me.” That was a laugh. “Who’s this?” The closer I got to the floating spooky the less I was able to mistake her.

“Elowynn, Mistress of The Night Sky, The Two in One, The Host. Look upon the starry sky, and awe.”

“Another god.” I assumed.

She nodded. “As it’s been presented yes. I’m here to save you, if I can. End this whole quest, and doom this world to ruin.”

Sounded good to me… kind of. I didn’t want to hurt anybody, but I sure as hell wanted to be saved. That is… if I believed any of this at all. Which I didn’t. “Fuck off. I don’t want any part of this.”

“Too bad.” Elowynn snarled. “You’re under you master’s control now. I was only addressing you to be polite but I can see we’ve reached the limits of curtesy.” She swirled and the air around her churned heavily like water around a propeller. “Use her well Balthazar the prince will soon be upon you. I’ll continue to weave my magic in the background. Do not fail me again, or we all are doomed.”

She vanished into an evil smoke. I smiled at him. “Sounds like you’re on the boss’s shit list. You should hear the way Skye talks about Gabe.”

He leered at me. “Then we’d best not fail her.”