Stepping through the rift

Layla was meek, mild, morose. She lacked any form of gumption or ability. In a world where potential was unlimited she decided that ambivalence was her primary focus. Despicable.

The flame changed everything.

Layla now saw the world through different eyes, actual eyes. The Shaded Shores were not without their challenges, it was a hellish place, but a spirit residing there gained a level of resolve that most people could not comprehend.

The spectral landscape was permanent twilight, an eerie glow cast upon the ephemeral landscape. It was a barren wasteland with its inhabitants unable to properly affect the world around them. The best they could do was haunt each other torturing another soul was about as much entertainment as a shaded spectre could manage.

Entering the realm of the living was something Layla had dreamed about, escaping the never-ending purgatory. When the first burning happened you could feel the rift between the worlds, there was no way Layla was missing that, she transitioned into the realm of the living and was amazed.

Nothing she had imagined compared the vibrancy of reality. All of the colours were brighter than possible, the sounds of birds and the wind across the land, almost deafening, and the smell, well the smell of burning flesh was just delicious.

Watching those first people step willingly into the flame was confusing, why would anyone want to forgo the riches of this world? That was when she felt it, there were other souls here coercing, enticing people into the flames and when they stepped into it, they were born again their spectral forms made whole. She must have it.

There was a pull that Layla had never felt before, dragging her, so she let it take her, out of this tall tower she flew, still ethereal in form, across green plains, mountains and into the arid desert. A small cluster of tents and a woman sat alone crying.

She was pathetic, why was she crying what could possibly make someone cry? The thought of it was abhorrent.

“I’m not pathetic, there are loads of reasons to cry, I hate this place, I don’t want magic, I don’t want any of it anymore”

It now dawned on the spectre, the reason she pulled here, was this ‘thing’ really her. There were people here that could be led to the flame, to open the gates. The Wizard #9999 would love this.

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