The form of the Empress blurs before your eyes but before you fall into darkness you hear her words they hold you on the edge as if by some power of the words them self’s "Soon my little love but before you need to be cleansed" And with that darkness has you<br/><br/>You have weary brief glimpses of reality, the feeling that you are being carried something trough halls, the halls are full of solders things out of some mad dream or perhaps they are your additions. There is a small room with a pool in the center, you feel your body immersed in the pool the liquid raises to your neck and then it turns to an almost solid substance. Movement is minimal something is holding your head and its dark.<br/><br/>You awake; you are still in the darkness your body in the strange weary cold substance. Not even your dark vision can pierce the darkness. As you tray and make a sound nothing can be herd not even your breading. If you tray top scream it remains silent. The cold is bone numbing, you can feel your teeth chattering but there is no sound and you can not move.<br/><br/>Your feeling of time can not be upheld even your trained mind looses all feel of it; the only indication is that you feel hunger; you feel it for a weary long time. Perhaps a day maybe more, it could be two or perhaps more.<br/>