w h i t e

Instead of gray, there was red and dried brown color splashed everywhere.

And yet, she wasn't flinching from the sight of it. Instead she held something in her hand, and someone approached her from behind. She slashed down that demon. She didn't even recognize that one. Features too blurred together. Etihw wouldn't be able to recall the color of that eyes, or if it was even holding a weapon. All she remember was that it was young. Nothing else. She didn't even look at the corpse, instead she averted her gaze.

A familiar scream got her attention. Grora. Over there. 

She ran, and ran, then, the sight was familiar.

That demon, with pitch black cat ears, clothes stained by blood as she withdrew her bloody hand from Grora's head, clutching something. 

A familiar scene.

But this time, Grora didn't leap away. And that vile demon, crush the eyeball and thrust back, aiming for Grora's throat.

Etihw screamed, and ran. But she could never reach them in time. The distance between them never got closer. Even as Grora's raspy dying breathe slowly stop, and Grora's body lie still for the last time.

She only remember seeing the bloody grin.

Then she watch as the distance finally close, and her weapon crush in Ater's face, piercing though the other side.

And then Etihw woke, shaking,