The shadows hadn't just fled with Tama to somewhere nearby.
They had carried her to a place she had never seen before; a desolate ruin of blackened stone, its skeletal walls and crumbling towers looming like the remains of a once-mighty castle. Without ceremony, she was dropped into a cold throne of carved granite.
She had no time to study the broken architecture or the strange, silent air. A sudden lance of pain seared through her skull as memories that weren't hers began burning themselves into her mind.
**
She saw a young-looking man with pale skin and golden hair, draped in immaculate white robes. A glowing halo crowned his head.
On the table before him sat a crystal, polished like ice and glowing from within. Images flickered across its surface: images of people dying in countless ways: accidents, murders, sickness, suicides.
