The light was blinding.

She could barely open her eyes, before she felt herself laying down, on an oddly stone surface. He breathing was heavy as she looked around, her hands jittery. She was in some sort of old castle. Completely in ruins, and seemingly not occupied by many. But this wasn’t the Aether, she could tell. God knows how long she had been stuck in there. Ever since what happened with Weaver, scarifying herself to into the Aether, felt like a blur. But here she was, back on Earth. Well, here’s hoping her watch told the correct time.

Getting up and dusting herself off, she began to walk through the ruins, having her 1911 by her side. Sure it was a bit worn, but it got the job done. She made her way to the courtyard, glancing around. Indeed, it was some kind of old castle. She scoffed slightly, muttering to herself,

Samantha: “Huh. Spent however long in that damned hellhole…get thrown out into a castle. Lovely.”

As she continued, she began to hear footsteps, other than her own. Quickly ducking behind some nearby rubble for cover, and making sure her 1911 was loaded, she waited. Waited to see who it was.