[h3]Sera Kennithson [/h3]

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Sera had never been as fit as in those months leading up to the upcoming nightmare. She had never been unfit physically, but over the years her mind had entered a slump from the monotony of every day life, from a lack of casting magic of any description. And, who knows maybe turning into dumb creatures took some kind of toll on her. She doubted that last part.

The town she lived in had never been more lively either. Sera had in a sense turned the entire place into her own personal training ground. Kids chased her through the streets, chickens became targets for her magic practise - although she didn't tell the farmer that. Pots became target for her quaterstaff. Wait no that was the wind. Definitely the wind.

The day the dream came she was ready, donning her mothers old hat, just one last time. She walked. She didn't know where, that's all she was told. Keep walking until you hit the portal. 

And then she did. It made her feel groggy. And then she blacked out.

She awoke in a cell, a dark and downright nasty one at that. She scrambled for a moment, getting to her feet and trying to get her bearings. The cell door was closed. She couldn't be trapped in here. That wouldn't be fair! She pulled on the door. Nothing. She tried again. And then kicked it in frustration; it swung open.

Of course it was a push. The asylum she was in was in tatters, that much was evident. There was a set of stair in the hallway outside of the cell she had landed in. She was just bout to head down them when a noise piqued her interest.

[i]Pad, pad, pad[/i] the noise of footsteps. From above her somewhere. Sera took a moment to consider, or at least to pretend to consider before she began to climb that narrow staircase to the next floor. She couldn't help herself when it came to a mystery.