Anomalous Fox

Crossing into the portal seems like a cold splash of water. The feeling makes her gasp soundlessly as they are pulled forward. Around them colors of all hues they can see and some they cannot seem to swirl in random patterns. Occasionally an image forms, though they do not seem connected.

A library with a window overlooking a huge mountain range. An endless expanse of petrified trees, charred black. A blood spattered stone floor with a red-haired young man on his knees weeping. A ledge on a tall spire where a blonde boy watches over an impossibly large city. An obsidian fortress in a vast desert.

While she is watching these images, she begins to notice that this trip is becoming especially turbulent. The three are pushed roughly from side to side as if a wind they cannot feel were trying to tear them off course. She has to hold on tighter to make sure their hands are not pulled out of hers. A faint murmur catches her ears, as if someone said something softly. She turns to Hallow to ask what it was, then pauses in confusion. Her Vampire friend's face is crossed with a strange expression, watching the swirling colors as if transfixed.

When she looks at Dash she grows more worried. His head is cocked to the side, as if he is listening to something only he can hear. Neither seems to be aware of her presence any longer. She realizes that it is no longer just the turbulence of their trip threatening to pull their hands apart. They, or something else, is pulling each companion away from her, in a different direction.

As the forces knocking them about increase, Vulira notices that their forward motion has slowed to a crawl, which can't bode well at all. While she feels her density shift, she notices a strange whispering in her ears, as if something has excitedly taken notice of what she is doing.

Our of nowhere, the three come to a complete stop. The turbulence rocking them about is gone, there is no sense of forward motion, or falling, or anything. In fact, she cannot feel the weight of her friend's hands she is clinging to... Vulira looks at her arms in shock and sees that the density of her hands has begun to reverse! She orders her body to stop, to listen to her, but somehow she is not in complete control of what is happening. She watches, still unable to speak in the void, as her hands alone revert back to the density of normal hands, then continue dissipating, becoming less and less dense until her friends simply slip through them and they drift away.

Despite any attempts to grab them, Vulira is fixed at the singular point in the swirling mess of colors about her, while her friends seem to be drawn towards the walls. First Hallow touches a wall, then Dash reaches one with an arm extended as if he were reaching for something. Then, they are simply not there where they once were. Gone.

Control of her hands returns to her, but she realizes the sinking feeling overcoming her is more than just emotional. She is beginning to drop, plummeting straight down through the annoyingly rainbow themed abyss. She knows now something or someone is interfering, she is just not sure how, or why. The colors begin to recede as she drops, til she is left falling into blackness.

Just as suddenly as it began, the falling sensation stops, and she feels solid ground beneath her. The connection with something solid seems to awaken her other senses again, and she realizes she can hear, and see.

There is a faint popping sound and on the wall across from the door there is now another, albeit less impressive looking door. This door is a bit rickety, made from old, rough wood with a few nails falling out. It is smaller than the other door, only coming up to slightly higher than the opposite door. On the wall beside it sits a black slate, as if one you could write on with chalk.

While she looks, writing begins appearing on the slate with a faint scratching noise, as if an invisible hand were etching words there.

OR YOU COULD NOT DO THAT