Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin Chapter 86

A chill running down my spine is the first sight that sothing is wrong, really wrong with that place, soon followed by a strange sensation, the lack of sothing, an eerie energy, of an image, of sll, a forced void that is completely unnatural yet seems to stare back pass my own eyes.

At first I could not even see it, and yet I could feel its presence, almost like the gaze of a predator staring at your back, a chilling bone sensation that, even though you cannot hear or see it, you know there is there, that there is sothing out there, lurking in the darkness, waiting to strike, appearing only at the corner of the eye.

That sensation increases as much as the light of the crystal on the collar, and even though nothing noteworthy happens up above I cannot help the jolt of adrenaline from rushing as I approach my destination, the heavy weight on my chest growing stronger, and as much as it dried my throat and put on alert I keep moving own, clenching and unclenching my stretched out paws in an attempt to ease the agitation.

And when I see the place my suspicious regarding the unnatural qualities of it are confird for it is surrounded by an unnatural thick white fog that makes it so that even with my sharp eyes it is hard to tell heads from toes, but I can see so huge black silhouettes outlined in the fog, and so movent too from weirdly shaped figures.

The crystal flares up then, terribly reveling of my position in a strange place, especially with the darkening sky to show off this single odd star, but as I start circling around the place it seems to start malfunctioning, blinking crazy as if unable to pin point the child’s magic anymore.

I tap it with my claw on it, but the blink blink keeps happening, and aware that that was not a good sight but unable to tell just how bad, it actually takes a few seconds to realize that I was flying lower than before, closer to the fog enough so brush it if I stretched my paws.

And yet the re thought of it gives a raged breathing, an animalistic fear taking over as if I was staring death in the eye.

And as far as I knew, I could be doing just that.

My concern increases from my animal senses when I realize that I had not deliberately lowered down to have a better look, but had been pulled down by the strange forces that were at work here.

And their invisible claws had a deadly grip on .

The mont I notice and start flapping my wings harder it seems that the force notices my resistance too and stops being subtle about it, like a magnet with all its pull and strength, and at that mont I’m all beast, man and owl, as my heart jolts with adrenaline and my huge wings start beating like crazy, despair widening my eyes as, against my best efforts, I keep skinning in, enough so that my limbs are surrounded by it at this point and I can feel its thickness surrounding and pressing like probing hands, finger gripping and pulling down.

It is a great relief when I break from its grasp and I do not wait around, I fly up high and start moving away, anywhere really, just to get away from that place.

Only when I cannot feel its presence so strongly anymore do I slow down, heart racing against my chest and small shudders still reminiscing of the chilling clenching fear I felt.

I blink a couple of tis, trying to calm down, only one thought playing in my mind:

What the hell was that?

And did I really want to find out?

The fact is that the crystal had pointed us right there so I guess we would not have much of a choice in the end, and I think I was starting to understand why there was such a high reward for this quest, beyond the paynt that was included too, and why the Auction House Owner chose to hire dispensable people for this task.

For I have a feeling that things are about to get extrely more complicated than we anticipated... but we have no choice but to persist forward.

So many years of training, studying, getting stronger while searching for a way to find mother, and now having the chance to save a friend... there is no way such thing as fear would stop now.

Although I cannot deny such strange presence and strength had shaken up and made lose the little bearing I had for a second, and unable to tell directions that well and much less use a bird’s sense since that lion took it from I have to use my surrounding to get back to the shore, thankfully having payed a lot of attention to where everything is placed beforehand since I have only my mory to guide back to where I ca from, and it is quite easy to get lost flying up in the sky, not only for is a piece of cake to get distracted while enjoying being free in the air, but also because there is nothing to guide up there in the skies beyond the moving clouds.

A bird without a sense of direction, have to say that disgusting lion has quite the dark sense of humor.

Thankfully there is a huge castle with pointy towers at the side to give my bearings back, so knowing that it had been on my right the way up I simply keep it on my left and sohow find my way back around, finding the end of the island and the beach with ease, but having to fly over the coast much more than I thought I had to get back to the tower, easily drifting from where I should have been with the speed I managed up in the air.

And that’s why, having to move about that much, covering more ground than supposed to on the way back, I end up finding a lake that I had not seen before amidst the woods, hidden by the foliage until I was basically up close to it, a wetland of sorts at most parts, trees growing out of deeper water as its roots stretched out like fingers outside the ground, being pulled out from the soil by the water, and yet they are exactly the sa ones on the beach, palm trees and high leaves, showing how prepared these plants are to both environnts.

But what truly makes look over is not only the natural hidden beauty of the place, but the drowning human fighting to survive as the water pulled her in as her fingers disappear into the dark musky water alongside her screams.