It was with a fairly loud, slightly metallic [i]crash[/i] that Liaena hammered into the floor, just as the room lit up with the intricate runes and damned inscriptions carved and painted into the stone tiles. The light shone between her fingers and through her palms, lighting up her face in a ghastly green glow. 

Liaena froze. A scream that began in her lungs, got caught in her throat and was nothing more than a strangled squeak when it finally left her lips. Sudden, irrational terror was filling her up but she couldn’t seem to find the ability to move as horrified eyes scanned the runes lining the edges of the pentacle she had been unceremoniously dropped into. Some of them meant absolutely nothing to her, others she found that she immediately understood. Those would be the ones that she remembered drawing.

As vague memories flashed through her mind, Liaena was suddenly absolutely convinced that she had died once in a damned ritual circle just like this. More than once. Twice, three times, more times than she count. Every memory was from a different place, with different people and different circumstances, but they all had the same paralysing terror attached to them and ended with a flare of agony –

While her mind was busy getting underway with a massive freak-out, her body had finally managed to receive the order to [i]move[/i] and reacted accordingly. Liaena shot to her feet, backpeddling away from the green mist until something behind her got in her way, which in this case happened to be a giant mound of cow bones that she then fell over. Falling backwards into a heap of leg bones and cloven hooves, the green lights vanished at nearly exactly the same time as the result of a much-pissed Serphia and a chastened Sharon, returning the room to its original gloom. 

Sitting on a rib cage, Liaena found that she was shaking like a leaf. Her hands were trembling uncontrollably as she reached up to shake knuckle bones and teeth out of her hair, then went down to fumble with her satchel and pull a vial out of it. The memories were much less vivid, but they were still there in the background, like an unpleasant childhood memory that you tried not to think about. Liaena tried not to think about them. 

[i]“They’re not mine. Not mine. Not mine.”[/i]