Cold. That was the first thing she felt before realizing she was in the embrace of the man she had just addressed. The metal of his armor was digging into her skin. He was suddenly so close that she gasped in surprise. She struggled to get free, but it was futile. The cold was slowly spreading through her body, numbing her. Next came the pull. At first she didn't understand the tugging sensation she felt in her heart, but then it dawned on her. She was being drained of the magical essence residing within her. This was the kind of empty she sometimes felt after long rituals, only that it was coming upon her faster as the stranger fed off of her. Her vision started to blur as she weakly pushed him away - with no success.
Memories flooded through her in quick flashes. Was she going to die here?
A wide field, flowers laid out in a pentagram to her feet, her sisters and her all dressed in white and barefoot. They were chanting in a melodic tune. Amidst the flowers sat a small girl, barely three years old, rocking her little body to the sound of their voices. Her initiation into the covern.
Next the image of a cellar, lit by the single licking flame of a candle. A young woman stood in it's middle. Eyja stood by the door, holding the hand of one of her sisters. How warm that hand was in comparison to the rest of the memory. The woman was crying, an athame in her hand, the other cut and bleeding, sprinkling the floor as the woman chanted between her sobs. Eyjas hand was clutched tighter as she was pulled from the scene and they ran, the cold following them as the light died.
Then she was in the woods, the moon stood high in the sky, it's pale light casting faint shadows as the wind whispered int the trees. The sound of an owl brought her head up. It sat there, on a branch, ruffling it's feathers as it watched her. The animal was graceful. Her breath caught as it swooped down to sit beside her. Her heart beat faster as she stretched out her hand and stroked the bird's soft feathers.
Eyja felt weaker the longer he held her. Unable to hold her head up it fell to one side, coming to rest on the creatures arms in whose embrace she was held. With a somewhat grim resolve she clutched the pendant around her neck, calling for the grimouire within her minds eye and mumbling the spell to protect her from losing more of herself for she feared her capture might not stop with her magical energy. "Un, O dinn iodfev o gau fan sio cun as maum od fo aendom fil an so." her weakened voice could be heard. She felt the grimouire fade within her, going back to the place where it had come from. Then the spell slowly took effect. But before she could tell if it had worked and shielded her remaining energy from him blackness came upon her as she lost consciousness.
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