Gate of Memoirs/Nightmare's End

As the night comes to an end, Sero-Anya thankfully brushes off her fears and continues her wandering search for answers.
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Music: "Creator"	Music: "Creator"
 	
*Deer Spirit: Aahh...
*Deer Spirit: You...Who are you...?
*Deer Spirit: Why do you look like her?
 	
*Sero-Anya: No....No! I didn't want to hurt you!
*Sero-Anya: Please! Stop!
*Sero-Anya grasps at the black tendrils in vain, their shadowy forms passing through like mist.
*They begin inching of their own accord toward the injured deer spirit as darkness closes in on all sides.
 	
*Deer Spirit: ...Why?
 	
*A dark crimson ichor begins to pool underneath the deer spirit.
*A similar liquid begins to stain the trees, as if they too were bleeding.
*Sero-Anya rushes over and kneels by the deer spirit's side, only to find her body cold to the touch.
*Low, cackling laughter begins to echo all around the girl, as if in approval of this vile act.
 	
*Sero-Anya: I'm sorry! Wake up, please!
 	
*Sero-Anya: Someone...Anyone...
 	
*Sero-Anya: Ah...Aaahhh!!
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*Sero-Anya: *gasp*
Music: "Earth Lament"	Music: "Earth Lament"
 	
*Sero-Anya startles awake on the side of a gently rolling hill.
*She checks herself for any injuries or marks of the black tendrils from her nightmare, 
*but realises she is just the same as ever, if shaken from the ordeal.
*Finding only grass stains on the edges of her dress rather than crimson lifeblood, Sero-Anya heaves a sigh of relief.
 	
*Sero-Anya: Thank goodness...
*Sero-Anya: Ugh, but I still feel horrible. That poor deer spirit...
*Sero-Anya: I wonder who she is...
 	
*Gentle Voice: Look for her.
 	
*Sero-Anya: Huh?
 	
*Gentle Voice: Zeruiah.
*Gentle Voice: Go to her...
 	
*Sero-Anya: Ze-ru...Wait, where are you?
*Sero-Anya scrambles to her feet and looks around, but there was no one to be seen in the fields.
*The few quiet houses in the distance don't seem to show any sign of activity, either.
 	
*Sero-Anya: I'm hearing things now. This is spooky...
*Sero-Anya: (But I guess I should go anyway. I can't stay here forever.)
*Sero-Anya: (The villagers were nice enough to look after me, but I have to go. I just know...)
 	
*Sero-Anya: Okay! Let's go look for Ze...Ze-ru-aye...
*Sero-Anya: Umm...Zeru.
*Sero-Anya: Zeru the deer spirit!
*Sero-Anya: I hope I can make it up to her. It's just a dream, right?
 	
*Guided by that disembodied voice, Sero-Anya slips away from the main road and stays out of sight.
*She hums an oddly nostalgic tune she doesn't know the name of, cheerfully oblivious to the hows and whys of her impromptu journey.
*The villagers would understand. After all, this was the Southern Plateau. 
*Changeling children are common in populations shared by Fae and humans.
*It wasn't a stretch to assume a child with a radiant aura and pointed ears such as Sero-Anya to be one.
*And, as all changelings are wont to do, they eventually disappear as quickly as they had arrived...
 	
*Baelfyr: ... ...
 	
*Baelfyr: (That girl...!)
*Baelfyr: (She looks just like the two trapped in that spire.)
*Baelfyr: (Those spell-slinging witch-goddesses...)
*Baelfyr: ...Hmph.
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*Baelfyr: Looks like things are getting interesting...