[color=silver][center][h2][color=#595555]𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔[/color][/h2]
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It worked. It[i] worked![/i] The familiar pull of an incoming vision was the last thing Fellwing felt, before her consciousness was whisked away to float high above the treelines. It felt good to fly again; somehow, it felt like she'd been ground-bound for ages. 

And then she fell. She couldn't even gasp, nor move her wings to combat the sudden heaviness, but she also knew, somewhere underneath the startlement, that she didn't have to. Her visions couldn't hurt her. 

Dutifully, Fellwing tried to remember everything that was shown to her, without letting her emotions run amok. She tried to focus less on the painful looking thorns piercing the dragons' skin, and more on the path she'd taken to get there. Less on the festering darkness, more on remembering names. Less on startling at Vipereyes'... well, [i]eyes[/i], more on remembering she was a good dragon and didn't deserve a fate like this.

Above all else, she reminded herself to stay hopeful. The dragons were alive. They weren't that far from the cave. They'd already been here a long time - surely, her clutch would make it to them in time. 

As her vision threatened to end, Fellwing started to prepare what to say once she returned. She had to emphasize the hurry. They had to-- huh? The vision persisted, but it felt... [i]wrong[/i], somehow. No, not the vision itself, but the... 

The black dragon. Unlike her. Unlike [i]anything[/i]. It shouldn't exist. It was a distortion, faceless, and yet it was staring at her. For the first time, Fellwing felt as though perhaps, a vision [i]could [/i]hurt her.

Fellwing screamed, except there was no sound - not in the vision, anyhow. But when her consciousness returned and her body's eyes snapped wide open, the remainder of her shriek was loud.

[color=#595555]"It's-! I-- I saw it - it saw [i]me[/i]. Something did. The..."[/color] The Darkness, she knew, but refused to put into words. It took all she had to put anything into words at all, and even then she stammered. [color=#595555]"The others are alive, if barely. They're--"[/color] she pointed a claw, as if somehow able to tell direction from within the cave. [color=#595555] "They're close by, being held by vines. Unconscious, infected, the thing was there. The black drake. We need to hurry and--"[/color]

She wanted to say go, but every fibre of her being resisted the thought. [color=#595555]"No... I don't think... perhaps I should just point you the right way. It might be for the best that I stay behind. If-- if it saw me, perhaps it can still see through me. It might be watching. I wouldn't want it to know where we are."

[i]I don't want to be where it is.[/i][/color]

[hider=ooc]Fellwing marked a Shadow; Fear.[/hider]
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