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BLUE POINT -Preface - Written by Jeremy Asher Mincey

The only thing keeping her soul rooted to this Earth, it seems, was the pain.

The sloping red walls seemed to blur along with the pounding behind her eyes. Blinding colors were surrounding her and drawing her further away. Blood flowed out around Evisandra’s head in a crimson halo, staining silver-white hair to rust. Staying focused was becoming more difficult as the moments powered on. Silence sang in her ears, only with a dull ringing blocking out all other sounds. Trying to move caused intense pain to rake across her body. Memories floated in front of her in the dark backdrop where she now seemed to float. The feeling was euphoria. All of her hopes and dreams were soaring about, arms length away, but it was a certain memory she was clutching at. Blocks of memories were slowly forming up before her as A soft pulsing light was gently sorting the thoughts and making them take shape. The light grew brighter and was pushing and cartwheeling the memories into order. The pulsing swiftly turned into images that vividly covered the background. They now looked like a distorted movie tape pulled out of the reel. The first block of this type floated out and surrounded her, becoming real as it covered her. There was now a new scene going on around her, which she had been part of before, but now she was forced to observe.Shadowy figures were battling all around her. Suddenly, while the war was still crashing on and on, a deep fog rolled over her and then darkness...NO! The void of all light and color, overtook the forest around her. Two of the human-like shadows fell to the ground and the scene ended, thrusting her back into that large, dark space to float again, suspended in depth and time.The block floated away from her and then shattered. Almost as suddenly as the first memory shattered, another larger block leapt out at her, covering the pieces of the last. The pieces of this shattered dream had not agreed with one another, for some reason. Now, the pictures within it climbed over each other, interweaving. They suddenly broke off from the block and began opening up her surroundings until she stood in front of a large Gothic style gate.The vision progressed through the gate opening to show a costly estate looming over her. A path opened before her out of the hedges to her left side, soundlessly inviting her in. She entered the head of the path and it opened into the surrounding darkness. She began the descent down with the moon as her guide.Every so often, disfigured statues sporadically painted the path along the way. They all stared further down and away from the estate with cold, dead eyes. Finally, there was an outward break to two towering hedges that met on the other side to create a moderate size square garden, which was in obvious and total disrepair. In the middle was a large open area with tall pillars framing an ancient slab of stone. An overhang protected this, or at least had at one time, as two pieces were lying on the ground beside the stone base. As she approached she noticed strange inscriptions along the slab closest to the ground. A hand sticking up from the opposite side of the base caught her eye. Her breath solidified in her chest. Stepping to the other side of it brought the hand into focus.It was another statue. The overhang that had once been mounted overhead lay on the ground in shambles. Two small cherubim had made up each side and the hands had at one time, long ago met in the middle. This created the center point that met at the roof. While looking over this, the grass she was kneeling in, which was perfectly trimmed and manicured in every direction, became still. The whole garden went from vibrant green to a dying brown sickness. It stretched. First from the pillars then, branching outward, overtaking everything in sight until it was withered and dead. The alien hedges had seemingly come alive, closing in around Evisandra and making large walls that separated her from the pathway out, leaving her alone with the fallen cherubim and strange ritual stone. All the energy was swept from her body in a probe. This locked her in place, paralyzing her. Color fled from her surroundings in magnitude, turning the already gloomy palor of things that had only a moment ago been so bright, to depth. Only a moment ago, the world had been dripping with color and life. Ice chilled her and made her brain play sinister games. Trace hints of lavender lingered long enough to make a scent, but to also make her wonder if it was real. She knelt down slowly and rested in front of the stone table, studying it. An insistent itch rested at the back of her ear. The sound picked up and turned to faint whispers. She abruptly backed away from the strange stone. To her amazement, the sounds dissolved away also. Fright chilled her and startled her back into the whispering, dead grass. White, deathly hands slipped into vision. Only the corners of course, but she felt them. Creeping. Creeping. Up over her skin. Just gentle enough to be the wind if she wasn’t seeing it with sight. They slithered around each wrist. Each ankle..

These viscous entities wrapped her there as she screamed and begged for help. So frustrated in their own predicament, that they were now likely to take her apart piece by broken piece. Most curious, though, was the slight fog surrounding this memory. Strong arms enveloped her, lifted her up and placed her onto the stone table. Black vines shot out from all directions and raced toward her. A figure encased in soft light stood protectively over her allowing it’s light to wash her in its glow. The blood returned to the warm even flow she was used to and the figure disappeared before her eyes. The reaching brambles and vines were no longer reaching and craving. The whole scene had changed to its original state and she was once again alone. Her mind focused on the light that had been put on her and her entire body sank down into the stone slab she had been placed on. The last thing she noticed were two small cherubim staring and smiling down at her.

This memory ended as suddenly as it had come, snapping her back to it’s frantic and unwelcome place. What had felt like euphoria at first now felt like a blanket of ice surrounding her. The blueish-black hue of her void suroundings started once again pulsing and stiring her back to awareness. Her emotions were a tempest that raged within her, willing her to move. A threadbare and soiled material was brushing against her hands. Her hearing was slowly returning. Sounds of glass hitting glass chimed in her ears. It hurt her pounding head. She was now able to grudgingly pull her eyes half open with a groan. The first thing that became apparent was that she was, unfortunately, very much alive. As she became adjusted to the dimness of the room and her vision started to return she made out a large shining chandelier looming over her. The glass ornaments shone like gold fire in a dark room, and softly scraped together, forming the only sound she heard. She lay stock still hoping she would be able to piece from her broken thoughts where she was. A sliver of strength from this thought emboldened her to sit up straight. The steady, rythmatic breathing of her heart called her into focus. It was her scarlet thread of being, keeping her grounded. Her consciousness and sanity held tight to it, not slipping away. Her eyes finally focused enough to take in the room around her. She was lying on the floor of a large room, on and even larger ornamental rug. Above her hung the crystal gold chandelier, which was now swirling in a sordid, dark energy. It was now somehow slightly different than it had first appeared, although nothing about it’s structure had changed. It was the feeling. At first, she had felt comfortable here. Now, a sense of dread overtook her, freezing her with fear and silence. The sound it was making was different as well. Now the chiming sounds she had heard were overlaid with a sinister whispering. It was like like the voices of the damned all overlapping one another. Her blood ran cold, forcing more clarity on her. The feeling allowed her to finally see everything before her. Besides the dark energy above her, the room appeared to be normal. Its adornments revealed it to be a small library or an overly large study. It was expensively decorated. A large Red Oak desk sat corner with matching book shelves lining all but one wall, which was strangely bare. In front of one of the deep red walls a small table was sitting by a plush red velvet chair standing tall beside it. She finally took in her own appearance and accessed the damage. No broken bones and no blood. She pushed to her feet and surveyed the room. Her vision turned bright, causing the entire room to vibrate. Where there had been a bookcase, there was now a large hearth with a fire burning brightly . The heat of it forced her away to a chair hiding in the adjacent corner.She sat down in the chair she had noticed before and scanned the room with her eyes. The table next to her caught her eyes. Where it had been empty when she first looked, there was now a blue piece of paper lying face down on top of it. On it was her name, and on the other side one sentence drawn out in elaborate script in red ink.

“See With Your Heart, Not your eyes.”

Suddenly a small light ripped across the paper turning out a soft violet hue that drowned out all natural light. Had she just imagined it? The paper began decaying in her hand and the red ink began seeping out of the page like blood from a wound. It dripped down onto the floor causing a small pool of ink to gather at her toes. Her fingers began to decay and blacken where she was making contact with it. She threw the note of death down and jumped onto the chair, senses on high alert. Prickling disdain was coursing over her body. She sensed that she needed to act. She counted down ‘5-4-3-2-1’ Her eyes slammed closed and back open. The room had now taken on a drastic change. The walls looked as though they had been painted in blood. They were pulsing a dark dirty red along with the beat of her heart. Still changing rapidlyu, the walls now had a dripping effect that caused them to look like they were sending rivulets of blood down through the floor, to course an ugly river through the turrent. She jumped up, quickly looking around, searching for a way out. What she had missed in her earlier haze was now perfectly clear.

There were no doors.

Or windows, for that matter, anywhere to be seen. Blood paint was starting to pool down from the walls onto the floor. There wasn’t much time left now. She ran over to the desk, throwing all the drawers open wildly. Nothing. She slid her hands along the underside of the desk, then searched the chair the same way, once again coming up empty handed. She hopped over the desk, narrowly avoiding one of the growing puddles on the floor. She sprinted to the first bookshelf and began frantically pulling books off, flipping through the pages. With horror she realised every one of the books was filled with perfectly blank pages, front to back. She furiously swept the useless books onto the floor, looking for anything that could help. Still there was nothing. Leaning against the shelf, she pushed with all her might, toppling it over. One by one the shelves were upended as she desperately searched for a way out. The walls behind these shelves were as empty and bare as the rest. The blood dripping down from the walls had gathered around her boots. It seemed to be alive and frowning at her by some will of its own. The pool rushed at her like a wave causing her stomach to turn. Two of the bookshelves to her left were stacked over one another, creating a raised platform. She leapt up into the air toward it and - Everything Froze.

She was suspended in air mid-leap. Trying to gain headway to the ground was like treading through muddied water. Drops of blood from the wall dissevered and floated out. They stood out like suspended raindrops around her. Everything grew brighter. She descended to the groundn, her feet solid and the sudden sansation of floating leaving her. The drops floated toward her slowly and all at once, leaving her no exit. They posessively landed on her skin, clinging to her. She panicked, trying to shake them off. “You cannot escape, Evisandra. Where you go I will find.” The whispering miasma broke off, leaving the room in a deep silence. The drops that were still latching to her slowly seeped into her skin. Pain like fire erupted out across her entire body, causing her skin to singe and burn as she screamed out. More droplets were following their path. They moved through the air and tenderly landed on her, causing agony anew. Desperately, she ran for the far side of the room searching for any path out. She darted over the overturned bookshelves and thrusted her palm out toward a blank spot on the wall, willing something- someone, to save her. A soft light started at her fingertips and branched out, enveloping the bloddied walls. The room started closing in around her. Luminescence encased her and turned darker as the wall opened up. She puffed breath into her lungs as if she had just been drowning. Soft purple light shone out, lighting a path in front of her. A long, winding trail wove ahead of her, tempting her onward. Cautiously, she followed the labyrinth around snaking bends and turns for what felt like hours. The expanse in front of her was destitute and had no visible pathmakers. Purple light bathed the corridor in a dim glow. This light was paled by another, brighter light emerging from within the darkness. It invited her in. Fingertips stretched out to gently break the source of the glow. She uttered out a cry of joy, but was completely cut off, breath snatched from her, as long pale fingers reached out from the dark and wrapped around her throat.

And while looking into the light - everything went black.

CHAPTER 1 - THE AWAKENING