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She had to leave this place. She didn’t know how she got here or why she was here, but she had to leave. She knew that much. It really wasn’t a hard decision to make.

She seemed to be in a garden? Somehow things were muddled, and there was fog around the edges of the place but it WAS a garden. A strange one at that.

“Okay,” Sherry whispered to herself. “Just gotta pick myself up and leave.” The warm encouragement at the back of her mind told her that Armagnac agreed with the idea.

So she started to move. Slowly at first, doing what she could do to get her bearings. It was hard to do that in a place you’ve never seen before. Especially when it was surrounded by fog. Dark gray fog, that seemed deep and endless after it began. Lightly swirling around the shadows that lingered within it. Fog that went on and on, and grew -

Sherry shook herself. How long had she been staring at the fog? Too long, that was sure. Nope. Had to keep –

One dark thing, very horseman like even if she couldn’t make out it’s features, stepped in her way. It raised an arm in what Sherry took to be an obvious attack – Armagnac was in her hand and her blade was swinging towards the shadow. They both hit at the same time – the shadow dissipating even as Sherry staggered back. That hadn’t hurt too badly, but it had hurt enough to make her take notice of the shadows. She needed to be sure to avoid any more of them.



1 Mob
Mob HP: Dead
Sherry HP: 56/65

Keep moving. Find the way out. She told herself over and over again. No one was going to come and save her – she was on her own here as far as she knew – and no one should need to save her. Depending on someone to save her was how she’d die, she was pretty sure. Not to say she wouldn’t hope for rescue, but she wasn’t going to depend on it while she could still move. So she kept searching for a way out.

The mirror loomed up out of the fog, light from some unknown source glinting off of it and catching her attention. A mirror…that showed the Island? That was odd. Maybe it was some kind of doorway?

Sherry went to the mirror and looked around it. As far as she could see it was normal. So she touched it. The glass was cool and smooth, a good quality if she had to guess. It had no give, nothing to indicate it was more than normal glass. The frame was also normal. But the image it showed was not a reflection. It was home.

The image shifted. It showed her home, and more this time. Were those Horsemen? On Deus? Were they breaking things? What the hell? The horseman had Deus and she was stuck here? Where was everyone else? What was going on?

“No!” Sherry yelled, surprising herself. She touched the mirror again, willing herself through it. Nothing. She hit it. “Let me through!” It sat there, showing her its dark reality. She almost felt like it was taunting her, letting her see but not letting her do anything about it.

Armagnac was in her hand again, and Sherry hit the mirror with her weapon. Glass shattered and fell. Nothing was behind it. Just the backing of a normal mirror.

“No,” she whispered. Stuck here. While her home was taken. No. It was unacceptable. It was – the glass began to move. Sherry watched as the mirror reformed. The image it showed didn’t change.

“No. There’s a way home. There’s always a way home.” Sherry shook her head at the mirror, as though it cared what she thought. “I’m going to find the way home.”

Sherry turned and left the mirror behind her.