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E.v.e. awoke to find herself alone, in a darkened room. She quickly realized that something wasn't right when she looked around the room, which appeared to be distorted. She got up off the floor and walked straight to the balcony and looked around. The room seemed to be impossibly tall, stretching multiple stories above the level she was on. The floor was obscured by some sort of glowing green fog, and pieces of furniture and other, more random objects were floating in mid air. It looked as if no one else was here... but she had the feeling that she wasn't alone. E.v.e. scanned the room for any sort of presence, but could see none. She clambered onto the railing, and jumped at the nearest object- a barrel. To her surprise, the barrel could support her weight, even floating in mid air. E.v.e. jumped from that to a floating chair, then clambered up the length of an elongated banquet table. She lunged at a floating sword, and wound up dangling from the blade, rapidly swinging herself into falling onto the balcony on the floor above where she'd started. She landed with a thud, and found herself face to face with a shadow.

The shadow looked vaguely like Clueless, but the way it moved seemed off- it was too fluid to be made of flesh and bone. The eerie silhouette spoke without opening its mouth, saying, "Do You Have Any Idea...?", its words trailing off as if to imply that E.v.e. had done something wrong. She watched as it melted away, and the furniture rearranged itself. She again scrambled upwards, climbing on top of a cabinet, leaping onto a stool, springing onto the end of a long bench. She ran up the length of the bench and launched herself onto a statue, then onto the balcony in front of her. Again, the shadow was waiting for her, this time using Snotlouts visage. It was now grinning at her. Again, the shadow taunted her, quoting, "The Skeleternal Dragon..." E.v.e. felt a bitter taste in her mouth as she watched the shadow melt into the floor a second time. Behind her, more furniture appeared, and the already existing furniture floated upwards.

E.v.e. looked down over the edge of the railing, and realized that she couldn't see the "first" or "second" floors anymore- the fog had enveloped more of the room below her. There was nowhere to go but up. E.v.e. grabbed onto a rope and scaled it straight up, grabbing onto a chalice at the other end. She swung herself onto a table, and scrambled along the underside, stepping onto one leg. Balancing on the foot of that leg, E.v.e. then launched herself at a box, then catapulted herself off the box and onto the detached prow of a viking longship. E.v.e. then paused and looked for any more floating objects that she could use to climb upwards. There didn't seem to be any, leaving her to jump at the balcony in front of her. The objects shifted again, and E.v.e., for the first time, noticed that she was climbing towards a large, dimly lit chandelier. It was a ferocious thing- an enormous metal beast that twisted, coiled, and turned as if in agony. Its jaws hung open in a wide gape, a strange purple flame illuminating the top of the room. A sword pierced through the dragons abdomen, the tip of the blade pointing straight downwards as if pointing out an invisible spot next to the highest floating piece of furniture in the room. The behemoth itself was missing a single bone from its armor. The whole chandelier was suspended from the ceiling by a series of thick gold chains. The only other light source in the room was the green fog below, and E.v.e. felt dread at the thought of making contact with the green fog below her. She also felt dread at climbing up towards the chandelier and meeting whatever was waiting for her right below it.

Reflexively swallowing in fear, E.v.e. began the final ascent towards the chandelier, scrabbling up and across pieces of furniture, and leaping from piece to piece, not once daring to look down. Finally, she ended up standing percariously at one end of a banquet table directly beneath the metal behemoth. She was so close that she could reach out and touch the tip of the sword with her hand if she so chose. The shadow materialized directly in front of her, taking the shape of the dragon that was depicted in the chandelier. It floated in mid air, its wings frozen in mid downstroke, its tail frozen mid corkscrew, and grinned at her. The shadow told E.v.e., "Come. Rest Your Weary Bones...", and then faded away for the final time. The green fog dissipated, and E.v.e. found herself staring at a cobblestone floor several stories below her. A massive throne built out of dragon bones sat at one end of the hall, and the furniture floated downwards, rearranging itself into an arrangement typical of a great hall, and then settling on the floor piece by piece. E.v.e. awkwardly slid off the table as it landed on the floor, then tried to dash outside. She found the massive double doors at the other end of the hall to be locked... or perhaps blocked by something outside. This left her trapped inside the hall. There was no other choice to approach the dragon bone throne. E.v.e. cautiously sat down on the throne.

the great hall suddenly vanished and the sky turned a searing shade of orange. A ginormous Graveknapper- its armor charbroiled, it skin a patchwork mess of red, purple, and black, its eyes glowing with pure fury, charged straight at her. It screamed loudly, its voice staggered into a nightmarish chorus, and its mouth alight with flames. The dragon barreled right into her, and she felt as if she were falling into the abyss once more. Suddenly, E.v.e. woke up screaming, and the nightmare abruptly ended.

Description

E.v.e. awoke to find herself alone, in a darkened room. She quickly realized that something wasn't right when she looked around the room, which appeared to be distorted. She got up off the floor and walked straight to the balcony and looked around. The room seemed to be impossibly tall, stretching multiple stories above the level she was on. The floor was obscured by some sort of glowing green fog, and pieces of furniture and other, more random objects were floating in mid air. It looked as if no one else was here... but she had the feeling that she wasn't alone. E.v.e. scanned the room for any sort of presence, but could see none. She clambered onto the railing, and jumped at the nearest object- a barrel. To her surprise, the barrel could support her weight, even floating in mid air. E.v.e. jumped from that to a floating chair, then clambered up the length of an elongated banquet table. She lunged at a floating sword, and wound up dangling from the blade, rapidly swinging herself into falling onto the balcony on the floor above where she'd started. She landed with a thud, and found herself face to face with a shadow.

The shadow looked vaguely like Clueless, but the way it moved seemed off- it was too fluid to be made of flesh and bone. The eerie silhouette spoke without opening its mouth, saying, "Do You Have Any Idea...?", its words trailing off as if to imply that E.v.e. had done something wrong. She watched as it melted away, and the furniture rearranged itself. She again scrambled upwards, climbing on top of a cabinet, leaping onto a stool, springing onto the end of a long bench. She ran up the length of the bench and launched herself onto a statue, then onto the balcony in front of her. Again, the shadow was waiting for her, this time using Snotlouts visage. It was now grinning at her. Again, the shadow taunted her, quoting, "The Skeleternal Dragon..." E.v.e. felt a bitter taste in her mouth as she watched the shadow melt into the floor a second time. Behind her, more furniture appeared, and the already existing furniture floated upwards.

E.v.e. looked down over the edge of the railing, and realized that she couldn't see the "first" or "second" floors anymore- the fog had enveloped more of the room below her. There was nowhere to go but up. E.v.e. grabbed onto a rope and scaled it straight up, grabbing onto a chalice at the other end. She swung herself onto a table, and scrambled along the underside, stepping onto one leg. Balancing on the foot of that leg, E.v.e. then launched herself at a box, then catapulted herself off the box and onto the detached prow of a viking longship. E.v.e. then paused and looked for any more floating objects that she could use to climb upwards. There didn't seem to be any, leaving her to jump at the balcony in front of her. The objects shifted again, and E.v.e., for the first time, noticed that she was climbing towards a large, dimly lit chandelier. It was a ferocious thing- an enormous metal beast that twisted, coiled, and turned as if in agony. Its jaws hung open in a wide gape, a strange purple flame illuminating the top of the room. A sword pierced through the dragons abdomen, the tip of the blade pointing straight downwards as if pointing out an invisible spot next to the highest floating piece of furniture in the room. The behemoth itself was missing a single bone from its armor. The whole chandelier was suspended from the ceiling by a series of thick gold chains. The only other light source in the room was the green fog below, and E.v.e. felt dread at the thought of making contact with the green fog below her. She also felt dread at climbing up towards the chandelier and meeting whatever was waiting for her right below it.

Reflexively swallowing in fear, E.v.e. began the final ascent towards the chandelier, scrabbling up and across pieces of furniture, and leaping from piece to piece, not once daring to look down. Finally, she ended up standing percariously at one end of a banquet table directly beneath the metal behemoth. She was so close that she could reach out and touch the tip of the sword with her hand if she so chose. The shadow materialized directly in front of her, taking the shape of the dragon that was depicted in the chandelier. It floated in mid air, its wings frozen in mid downstroke, its tail frozen mid corkscrew, and grinned at her. The shadow told E.v.e., "Come. Rest Your Weary Bones...", and then faded away for the final time. The green fog dissipated, and E.v.e. found herself staring at a cobblestone floor several stories below her. A massive throne built out of dragon bones sat at one end of the hall, and the furniture floated downwards, rearranging itself into an arrangement typical of a great hall, and then settling on the floor piece by piece. E.v.e. awkwardly slid off the table as it landed on the floor, then tried to dash outside. She found the massive double doors at the other end of the hall to be locked... or perhaps blocked by something outside. This left her trapped inside the hall. There was no other choice to approach the dragon bone throne. E.v.e. cautiously sat down on the throne.

the great hall suddenly vanished and the sky turned a searing shade of orange. A ginormous Graveknapper- its armor charbroiled, it skin a patchwork mess of red, purple, and black, its eyes glowing with pure fury, charged straight at her. It screamed loudly, its voice staggered into a nightmarish chorus, and its mouth alight with flames. The dragon barreled right into her, and she felt as if she were falling into the abyss once more. Suddenly, E.v.e. woke up screaming, and the nightmare abruptly ended.