Annika gasped when her vision shifted. It became sharper, and although she could still see colours, it was in different shades. She knew Nochella had given her a gift, and aside from the outright awesomeness of that, something resonated deeply within her, like she was always meant to see through the eyes of creatures.
The house Annika had grown up in always shifted; this was something Annika was no stranger to, but what she saw before her was more. She knew it wasn’t right. Annika swallowed uneasily, took a step forward and looked around. The child was never one to shy away from things, but she knew to be cautious as well.
As the house moved, collapsed and reformed on itself, it reminded Annika of a Van Gogh painting. The way the structures bled and swirled on each other, creating a brief glimpse into something that didn’t seem right to Annika.
”What is happening?” Books appeared in the room, fading in and out. Annika reached out to touch one. It seemed to pulse brighter before Nochella’s reaction reached her, and Annika pulled her hand back. The books faded, but Annika saw the rhythmic pulsing more clearly. It was like a heartbeat.
Was she in the centre of the Everdark? The part of her strange world that fed the rest of it? ”What do you need?” Annika asked, taking another step forward.
Annika had often talked to the shadows around her growing up, imagining worlds and other things that sometimes the Everdark created for her. Other times, the strange land seemed like another companion for Annika. It was living, alive with dreams and opinions. When she was younger, Annika asked a lot of questions, but as she grew, she learned observation could be more important than constantly talking. Whatever was going on, the Everdark wanted her to be a part of it. Annika just didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
The house Annika had grown up in always shifted; this was something Annika was no stranger to, but what she saw before her was more. She knew it wasn’t right. Annika swallowed uneasily, took a step forward and looked around. The child was never one to shy away from things, but she knew to be cautious as well.
As the house moved, collapsed and reformed on itself, it reminded Annika of a Van Gogh painting. The way the structures bled and swirled on each other, creating a brief glimpse into something that didn’t seem right to Annika.
”What is happening?” Books appeared in the room, fading in and out. Annika reached out to touch one. It seemed to pulse brighter before Nochella’s reaction reached her, and Annika pulled her hand back. The books faded, but Annika saw the rhythmic pulsing more clearly. It was like a heartbeat.
Was she in the centre of the Everdark? The part of her strange world that fed the rest of it? ”What do you need?” Annika asked, taking another step forward.
Annika had often talked to the shadows around her growing up, imagining worlds and other things that sometimes the Everdark created for her. Other times, the strange land seemed like another companion for Annika. It was living, alive with dreams and opinions. When she was younger, Annika asked a lot of questions, but as she grew, she learned observation could be more important than constantly talking. Whatever was going on, the Everdark wanted her to be a part of it. Annika just didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.



