Reports of the rifts starting to glow in the cities under siege came to Izuh’goll all at once. Weather had changed and darkness seemed to be taking root.

Like a sudden plague it was as though people were disappearing into red glows.

Missing reports had grown in the last weeks, but now it was getting visible.

Liza and I were walking down a street and as we got to an opening we saw it happen: an innocent pedestrian started becoming confused and told the people alongside him something was happening. Completely freaking out he scratched his skin as if he were itching all over and he got a red shine.

He was dematerializing into a red rift, slowly and surely we saw him dissipate into his own glow until there was nothing left. With a final surge it was like his soul was siphoned into the grey sky.

It was going to happen to us aswell and we were very uneasy about it.

Liza and I were panicking, so we called for help.

A gathering was stationed in the square, it was loud and while the elders were trying to speak to everyone it was still happening. People were slowly disappearing, some in slow motions and some almost in flashes. It was unnerving and the chaos made it a terrible scene to be in.

We were caught unawares and it seemed all the predictions were coming true – the dark had a plan and it was coming to fruition.

Having had enough of the traumatic scene Liza and I were off on our way to our cabin when my skin started to tingle. I told Liza I started feeling it, when she admitted it has been happening to her for the last 20 minutes already – she just wanted to say good bye properly.

A torturing sense of departure overcame us and we kept hugging, holding hands, sharing emotions and things that would comfort us, because we did not know what was going to happen or where we were going.

I had to watch her skin shrivel and the red light emanate until she vanished in a red flame through the roof. I was crying and with my tears I started to vanish myself.

As if dissolving from this plan I felt as though I was being summoned into an unholy place that would be terrifying and lonesome. I missed her already, yet there was a tie left between us. Somehow I knew it wasn’t completely beyond our capabilities.

My stomach turned and it felt as though I was made of ash and I became light.

Reappearing at the bottom of the tower with all the blood, stairs and overwhelming sad feeling I knelt.

I was back again – this world I had gotten away from. The dark tower – representing the mind chakra – had syphoned us all into our own worst nightmares. Unless I can find the others I will have to battle here in this mind on my own.

Cursed.