Zade burst through the door of the mansion and leapt out floating into the empty space. The crack in reality was now massive, very obviously visible from Farjack's realm. She turned and saw Danae staring at her, his back to a waterfall, his human form with white paint covering his face in the shape of a skull.

Around her were a mixture of sounds, sounds of battle, deafening silence, and the chirping of birds from the northern plains of Forever Valley. A twig snapped and Danae walked towards her, his once stoic face melting into a sickening glare.

“It's your fault!” Danae yelled, his voice boomed bouncing off non-existent walls as they drifted through outer space. She backed away, this was not the Danae she knew. Something was very wrong here.

She fell. She wiped the dirt off her face and took in the beauty of Sera's garden. A large clearing in the middle of a luscious jungle. The radiant flowers that lined the path to the large tree seemed to wilt away as she looked at them. Dropping their dead, dry petals to the ground as the wind carried them behind her. She turned to see the darkened form of Sera, all wind, all sound, all light converging on her location as if she was the centre of creation.

“It's your fault... isn't it?” Sera asked, her voice faltering.

A strong pain shot through Zade's body upon hearing Sera's voice, even in a more withered, husky form. It seemed to drain all the hope it had once gave. The pain tightened to her stomach, almost piercing now. And what in the name of good was Danae doing opening a portal to a world?

The crack in reality had changed from its pure black form to a sea of blue and green shapes. Danae stood in front of it, apparently trying to stabilize it and causing this anomaly. The pain grew sharper and deeper.

Oh right, she thought. She had forgotten the monster that she had to deal with. She looked down and realised she had been stabbed through the stomach by three long spikes.

“Well that is just not fair,” she said. Staring at the creature whose featureless face stared back. She felt a drop of cold liquid hit her skin, then another, and another, falling from a grey sky. She looked back and the creature had changed into a familiar shadowy dark form that bore a white mask. The kind of smiling glare that only a madman could make. The three spikes in her stomach had melded into a singular black mass, like an impossibly still solid shadow unaffected by the light around it.

A flash of light and a crack of thunder and she was flying through the air, landing in a puddle of mud. Her head rang in pain. The large purple hammer landed next to her with a thud, its wielder, a muscly brute of a man, picked it back up and brought it down to her head.

She flinched but no pain came, the rain stopped and the mud on her dried, cracking away against the heat. She saw the shadowy mass again, but this time it sported her own face. A face that filled her with rage.

“It is your fault!” she screamed, charging the creature when she suddenly landed with a thump.

Her head swam and her battle instincts kicked in, leaping to her feet and punching the closest thing she could see. A smash was followed by broken glass falling to the floor. The framed portrait that Danae had hung in her room once depicted his likeness, now the crumpled canvas fell over her arm.

She glanced around. Yep this was definitely her room, no odd things about it. Still a cool blue filled with various books, knick-knacks, and another black flat glass object on top of a desk. The bed behind her that she had just fallen off.

What the hell was Danae thinking telling her to try this 'sleep', that was horrible. She made a mental note to never do that again.