Everything begins in blood.
The voice wasn't human. It was a language she had never heard before yet could somehow understand. She had been laying in her bed at the Villa, completely restless as sleep deprived her for what seemed to be the hundredth time. The voices kept coming as time progressed, frequenting her more and more often. It had started after her first encounter with that wolf. She knew it had something to do with him.
That?s the most important thing to remember. We are born into it, all of us... Screaming, crying. Always against our will as if we already know what it will bring.
She grabbed at her pillow and pulled it over her ears and the voice grew louder, causing an aching pain that seared through her eardrums and caused her heart to pound in her chest. She thought it might leap out and moved a hand from the pillow to where it beat so fervently as though to prevent it from doing so. She wasn't trying to block the words out because of what was uttered so much as she was disturbed by the thought that she was hearing them at all. She pushed back what was being said. She could have sworn it was something about Father Wolf and Luna. She didn't want to think about it. She forced her thoughts away from it. It was early in the morning. She had been staying up rather late. Even more so since Gunnar had granted her with some time away from the Silver Hammer.
She rose to her feet, perhaps a walk and some fresh air would put her at ease. She wrapped an arm around Aiden's middle and pulled the mutt up off the bed. He had been keeping to her side a little more lately. She had assumed that it was because he was growing more fond of her, but other animals such as squirrels would flee from her a little more quickly than they had in the past. She accused her mind of playing foolish tricks on her. She leashed the mutt, heading towards the main entrance of the Villa to slip on out. She had no idea if Katt or Mayu were home, but she didn't bother to find out. She assumed that were they inside the home then they would probably be sleeping or something. She had left the tea shop earlier than they had the night before.
Aiden was set on the ground and she let him tug her around as he saw fit. She had no set destination set in mind. She had no desire to head to her usual location of relaxing and unwinding. She didn't really want companionship. If anything, she kind of resented it. She felt uncontrollable bursts of anger boiling underneath her skin, threatening to cause her to break out in some sort of rage. She couldn't help, but clutter her minds with thoughts of everything that had been different.
She was... quicker even. There were times where it should have taken her a while to reach the Teas or Markets and it had taken her a matter of seconds. Perhaps there were lapses in her memory, she mused. She could have easily forgotten what had taken place somehow. Or maybe she had just dazed out for a long time and didn't start to sink into reality until her arrival.
In the middle of the afternoon... she would find herself in foreign situations. Things such as that were easily blamed as the cause of the Nexus yet she wasn't so easy to believe that. She had never been assaulted by such a thing, however. She was distracted from that thought... Aiden was gone. She couldn't understand why she was in a hallway. She couldn't even see the end from where she stood and everything was dark. The scent of smoke filled up her nostrils and she found herself coughing with little control over the matter. Her hand moved up to her mouth and things gradually became warm. Flames licked at the walls on either side of her and crawled through the wood towards her as though drawing more and more near. She could feel the heat one moment and the next the startling chill of winter gusted at her exposed skin.