[b]F[/b]reda leaned in against the wall, staring up at the dark sky of night. The vast ocean stretched on for miles, beyond imagination. Though... Freda's imagination drifted as did her sleep. Probably the boy forcing himself against her legs was enough to want to drift off into an otherworldly presence. Yet... as the last pinch of sunlight shone over the valley the armoured warrior gave in to sleep, resting her plated hand on the boy's head so he didn't get any ideas and drifted off...
Where Freda woke up, or what she perceived to be true existence, was not what it truly seemed; something was wrong. She stood in an ethereal palace, shining lights shone all around her and all of her arms, armour and wit were with her - it was... almost real. A voice broke the silence, one of an everlasting beauty to it. As ethereal as she was... "[i]Champion... you are. Warrior of Faith. Your heart is true thus I bring you to my home. Seek what is righteous.[/i]" The voice turned dark, warped and overall creepy... [b][i]"Or return will never be an option! Aargh!"[/i][/b] The room exploded in red and black, absorbing into the woman with a scream. Within seconds the blistering, damning pain was gone and all that was remained was the new world around her. Strange as it seemed, all of it was real. One swing through the air with her sword that was mysteriously drawn was enough. She felt the swing, the weight, the force. Everything... but something was wrong. She was... glowing black. Permeating the same darkness that some... mysterious figure bestowed upon her.
The only way to go was forward and into the ruins before her. Mapped out in all directions was a vast, vast beach and gargantuan trees - yet these stood in the distance and she was one of these so-called massive trees. The trees themselves breathed life, even she could feel it - this... was like nothing else she had seen, but it was real. She was sure of it. What of her real body? The questions piled up and she sought answers herself; pressing on into the abyss with a cry of her armour rattling.


Once she had descended down into the darkness a presence loomed on behind her, something just as dark as she was. A child's voice rippled out through the darkness, descending down the roots of the giant, massive, hollow tree? [i][b]"Invader! Invader..!"[/b][/i] The call echoed through the tree, which the tree seemed to recognize. There was no reaction before the tree itself started to shift and ripple, releasing freakish creatures from its bark - stick-like monstrosities made of bark and wood. Concluding her sword would just blunt, the Knight raced down the steps - running frantically, panting loudly in her descent. Reaching the end she saw creatures. Undead. They stalked the beach, prowling. Many were clad in primal clothing, furs and sea-shells - yet some bore noble-man's clothing like nothing ever seen before. Spiked armour of black with strange devices. Banners littered the beach all baring the same banners and what appeared to be a gigantic insect was feasting in the far, far distance - it was pretty hard to miss, after all.. Some even having sea-creature trophies. Were these the natives? Perhaps they were alive, she pondered. The assumption was squashed as they charged, letting out a disembodied roar as they charged. Now did she realise this was not real, her voice was disembodied. But all her actions were as if she was there. Perhaps this was not her body? Even when fighting she -tried- to figure this out. 


Freda raised her sword for the first time in quite awhile and engaged them back, swinging her broadsword in an arc to cleave through one undead and then rammed into the other, swinging as it recoiled. They were easy enough to dispatch but swarms started to rise from the sands, the water rippling to reveal even-more. A creature grabbed at her arm! It tugged and writhed, absorbing the energy that coveted around her body. A weakness crept into her before the back-swing with her gauntlet was enough to smash its water-logged skull. 
"[i]What is this!?[/i]" Freda cried out, utterly surrounded in all directions. No-one answered her but she saw an opening... a way down. Freedom? She charged, using the weight of her armour and body to propel her through the Undead, smashing past them at the loss of almost all her energy and the dwindling energy that dwindled with every ounce of energy spent. The Knight tumbled, slamming into a rock construct under the sand and then down into wherever it opened. Freda screamed in her descent, falling deep into the earth before being dropped out onto a large plaza, landing with a harsh thud that surely should of killed her but... it was just as if she landed a step or two. What strength kept her here fed on the dark, she felt stronger - just as she did when she took the Undead's life. It is... as if she absorbed it?
"[i]What is this foul magic!? Speak to me![/i]" The frustrated and truly confused Knight spun her weapon around before her eyes went wide, she stood on a mountain of bones and pale, lifeless corpses on their knees, bowing endlessly. Enthralled, by a look. Freda closed her eyes, panting. She made her way over to the Undead only to be attacked, as she suspected. One good boot through the back was enough to send him tumbling down into the darkness, yet it hit hard rock very early. As if there was a small drop. Her eyes drifted out and adjusted.
 
"[b][i]This... is a City? Bu-... What?[/i][/b]"