[center][h2][color=fff200]⚜[/color] [color=0072bc]Camille de la Saumure[/color] [color=fff200]⚜[/color][/h2][img]https://i.ibb.co/10ZC8wb/Profile.png[/img][/center][hr][i]Interaction: None[/i]
[i]4.1 Choose[/i]
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Camille awoke with a gasp.

What had happened after her duel? No. What became of her duel? She was there but it felt so far away, like a distant memory strangely. She was somewhere else now. Somewhere she shouldn't be. Yet.

She was laying on perfect white tiles of some stone as if they were flawless marble slabs. Each tile spanning many meters in length that a whole house could fit atop a single tile. They were not cold to the touch, in fact, they were slightly warm as if a waning fire smoldered underneath. The tiles stretched on as Camille brought her gaze the horizon, far beyond her sight both in front of her, and behind. To her left and right, there were walls though they were deceptive in their distance because they were mountainous in their height, towering up into the dark void that made of the ceiling. 

Camille had caught herself staring up at the void above her. It seemed so lifeless, expecting a starry sky instead of the pure blackness. Was there a ceiling at all or was it just the void? Did the void consume the ceiling? She shruddered at the thought and darted her gaze over to the wall, noticing that the void wasn't moving down. It was just there.

She stirred up to her feet, catching a glimpse of the thin white tunic that stretched to her knees. Nothing else but strangely, no breeze passed by to chill her and it felt just right. Standing up had made her realize just how small she was. A mere ant in what looked to be the same scene as the cathedral back in Relouse. It all felt familiar. This place, maybe made to seem like something she'd relate to or maybe, she had been here before. Camille wasn't sure as she turned so that she could glance down both ends of this impossibly long corridor. Was she meant to begin walking towards something? What?

Camille took a step but froze. A thought had just daunted on her and now it was beginning to consume her with doubt. 

What direction should she choose?

Left or right? Or rather, wouldn't it be forward or backwards? But towards what end? If she made it all the way to the end of one side, how would she know it was right? 

Questions began to toil in the girl's mind, and she winced at the overwhelming nature. She knew that her choice mattered somehow but how? What evidence did she have to determine what she knew? How did this all make sense and yet it didn't? Where would she be going? Where did she want to go? How did she know there was a destination she wanted at all?

Camille collapsed to her knees, holding her head as she felt a sudden weight bear down on her. Everything was presented so simple and yet it all seemed to be too much for her. The stillness of Cathedral was disturbed by a low, distant roar. She had hardly perceived it but she did. She knew what it meant but couldn't place her thoughts in order to recall the meaning. 

The roar, what roared? Bestial, angry. 

Another roar, louder and closer.

The tiles seemed to drop away ahead of her, the walls beginning to fade, the void receding. She wasn't meant to be here. Not yet. There was something else. Somewhere else she had to be. She could see it true.

The dragon roared and Camille awoke.

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[i]4.2 Field of Fire[/i]
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Camille gasped and sat up swiftly. She still had her helmet on, obscuring her vision but the rush of what she saw, namely the Queen tending her had been enough to remind her of where she was. The Eskandr were here and the prisoner... The Thunderspear who had wounded the dragon before. They needed him and all the capable Eskandr to defeat the greater evil. Was she too late?

The Eskandr were leaving... Camille felt her heart sink for but a moment. She witnessed some stay including the one she had fought. Hildr. The saint pressed her sword into the ground and prayed.

[i]Dami guide me! Lead me to the end that will spare the just people.[/i]

A sign. A potent that Dami was listening was almost becoming expected. There were strange coincidences when she concentrated in prayer and this would be another to add.

[color=f26522]"Dragon is up there, girl, not down there."[/color]

She shot her head up and around to a far more raggard man from her memory but there was no mistaking it. Claude was still around. [color=fff200]"You're alive!"[/color] Camille leapt up and wrapped her arms around him. He grunted but bore it as his own arms wrapped around her for a quick embrace. [color=f26522]"Now isn't the time to gush, girl. We don't have time and but the man, Sir Maerec, is right. We have to head for the caves. I routed as many of the others as I could and now our turn."[/color] He quickly explained, stopping for a moment as something dawned on him.

[color=f26522]"You're mother is alive as well back at the cave ahead."[/color]

Dami be praised, indeed.