Let him live and mount him.

"Thank you," Sarah whispered to the stallion. The Felsteed sighed, blowing steam from its nose. "I need your help one more time, will you give it to me?" The horse replied in Sarah's mind "Of course, Mistress. How may I serve?" "I need you to take me to the tower. I won't make it in time on foot, even with the extra essence you provided me with." The demonic steed bowed it's head in response.

The horse sat down, giving the still nude warlock the opportunity to climb its back. The warm fur felt great on her naked skin, stimulating her in all the right places. Sarah grabbed the Felsteed's fiery manes for support as the demonic horse rose from the ashen floor of the burnt stables. Sarah pressed her legs against the horse's sides, causing him to start moving towards the exit.

The stallion deftly moved past the fallen obstacles as it exited the stables. Once they were in the open Sarah gave another squeeze and the horse took off onto the road. They moved past broken and burnt buildings, galloping among the corpses of the men. The stench of ash and brimstone was fresh in the air still. Sarah took a deep breath and took it all in, enjoying the feeling of the cool air and the smell of destruction.

They rode out of town, following an overgrown road. There were marks of older battles here, traces of a war long since past. Sarah used her enhanced vision to scan the surrounding area for danger, as they moved past farms and shrubland. Nothing of note. She spotted a camfire in the distance, gnolls most likely. A flash of orange fire, probably caused by the infestation of black dragons. Both were far away and not a threat.

After riding for an hour or four, they approached a ruined keep. It was occupied by Blackrock Orcs and Sarah steered her demonic steed clean of the keep's walls. Another hour and they made it to the base of the tower, where Sarah knew her body must reside. It must be close to morning now as the black sky was changing into a dark blue. She had a weird feeling as she dismounted her stallion. The tower looked eerie in the dark. A single light showed from the top window, indicating it was still occupied.

She gestured the horse to wait as she carefully stepped through the open wooden doorway. The inside of the tower was empty of sound, giving the feeling that its occupants were either gone or asleep. A thin layer of dust had settled on the floor, but parts of it appeared to be recently disturbed. Sarah was barely able to make out large humanoid footprints. The prints were of naked feet, no boots. 'The Shivarra was here. Recently,' Sarah thought.

She moved towards the stone steps, ascending the staircase until it turned to wood. Sarah quickly and quietly made her way up to the top floor. It contained the bedchamber, study and the remainder of magical supplies Sarah had left there. She peeked her head through the railing, scanning the floor for the source of light. She noticed two things. Firstly, there was a large Shivarra laid out on the bed, either **** or dead.

The second thing she saw made her smile. A brunette woman of small stature in a maroon robe, was sitting at a desk. She was peering over a grimoire. Sarah had found her body. She moved up one more step, which gave a horrible creak. The figure at the desk turned around, alerted by the noise. Sarah stared at herself. Well a version of herself. The other Sarah's eyes burned with a fierce green fire and had a blank look on her face.