[h3]Aurora[/h3]

The sound of beating wings rang through the still air. A shadowy form of licking flames reflecting off the ebony sky, shimmering in light blues and whites at second glance. A bird, a large creature that landed a bit away from it's destination, a figure riding on it's back with ease. A stillness about the occupant. 
Her steps silent she reaches out, her hand seeming to be a bit miss placed. A book open next to her takes it's place at her side. The cover closing it's sides, with the snap of leather upon leather the beast vanished under her fingertips. A sigh escaping her lips, a raven mask donning her head she tilted it up to the stagnant order of wherever she found herself in. 

This wasn't right, the text that came on her Braille phone, the directions and promise to end this Umbra. Nothing was right, this was something that was getting to be larger and larger as moments passed by. Yet the words under her fingers pushed her forward, each step she began to think, thoughts of what would happen on this path she chosen. 
A click sounding through her sense she gripped a handle, no longer than a sword's hilt. With a flick she uncoiled the creation, a cane of ebony that she tapped on the ground with each step. Her world coming to life with the sound that caused a slight echo to escape other buildings.

Feeling her cane end on a wall the woman reached out, grazing her hand across the surface before her till she found a plate with the numbers 4315 on it. This was it, this was the place, those numbers under her skin speaking volumes she took in a deep breath. Was everything in order? Did she remember to tell her neighbour she was going out tonight?
There was no turning back, with surprisingly low effort she pushed what felt to be a door out of her way. The air appearing to be warmer in she clicked her cane again. The sound echoing around yet it was enough to tell her she was in a enclosed space. Was she alone? Was there someone here? Silence was all that had greeted her, the leather book on her hip unclasping under her hand she allowed it to open at her side. Hand reaching over the pages to read the bumps on the aged pages. 
"He seeks were we are lost, eyes the color of moss, with heart beating true he only wishes to find you."
As though a dream a great shadow formed before her, emerald eyes glaring through the night as it stood on four legs. A snake like tail and scaled hide, growling like a wolf from this world the beast only reached her waist. "Before me? Who are you?"