Kayl watched his attempt go down the drain, resulting in a messy moonsprite who couldn’t hear the commands and pleas for this literal nightmare to end. It had been the last chance, the last shot he could think of, something that wasn’t dangerous for his partner, yet when the space they were in started to become more hostile than he could bear, the eldest understood other measures should be taken, even if it wasn’t the desired outcome. It would be the best option before being too late and only watch Gael succumb inside his own mind before his eyes. His head moved around, trying to guess who she was, who was waiting for the spirit in that situation, who should he meet. Not finding the answer, the demon freed Gael from his grip, eyes falling shut for a few instants while his power was being summoned.
The gradual change was obvious; their entire surroundings turned white for a few split seconds as several different sets and backgrounds swirled around them as the demon chose the best option. As soon as the flashes halted, darkness took over his eyes, which didn’t take long since the moon stood there once again, untouchable, giant, like a lantern preventing them from encountering pitch black in the middle of a dense forest. The difference was apparent, what was coming from Kayl’s manipulation presented itself distorted, almost psychedelic with a game of colors doubling in a slow, nauseating dance— completely different from the moon that seemed more real than ever, as if it had eyes and stared into them coldly.
The demon glanced around, swallowing hard as a group of men approached Gael, teeth clenching in anger as he realized they were in the same psychedelic fashion, making it clear this was something he was causing in the moonsprite’s mind. It wasn’t hard to understand, to grasp that whoever was in charge, who was the strongest force there ripping off every piece of the youngest was the moon, being the only one Kayl couldn’t change, couldn’t play with. He felt guilty for the illusions, and the best he could do was stop those men from getting anywhere near Gael, resulting in them gathering in a small circle while shouting insults in French that made his blood boil. As if there was a field protecting the moonsprite, Kayl did his best to take his eyes off him, to turn to face the moon, hues squinting slightly at the strong light it radiated. A deep sigh left his chest as his senses tried to replace the very part that seemed to be sticky on the moonsprite’s mind, the moon.
As the demon took charge of his inner universe, Gael could feel himself growing numb, light-headed, pulled forcefully into a drunken-like daze as one by one, all cords were slipping away from his hands. And in reality, had the other not held his body with such strength, the spirit’s body might have surely collapsed on the ground, seemingly lifeless. Not that, in the state in which he had found himself until that precise moment, Gael gave many signs of presence. Before he could even grasp anything to support himself from losing balance, the younger found himself projected into a foreign world, one that was completely Kayl’s work, one so foreign, frighteningly so, one into which he felt trapped, lost, without a single landmark to guide his understanding. And as only the Moon stood tall and bright on the night sky, Gael’s convictions only grew stronger, persuaded that nothing, not any alteration of his circumstances could budge her, or change his fate.
Suddenly, familiar faces approached him, features he could not discern amongst those already encountered, but ones that Gael could swear he had seen before, for they were concretizations of his fears embodied, wearing those dreaded brown tunics that he had worn himself before, in times long gone. As offences were being shouted at him, the moonsprite fell onto the ground, crawling backwards in a weak attempt to escape their wrath, tears not ceasing from running down his cheeks for a single instant. A loud gasp found its’ way out through his tightened airways as the protective shield surrounded his silhouette. Yet he could still hear those clear threats verbally directed at his wellbeing, at his very life, promising him an agonizing departure. Reluctantly, the spirit got up, his eyes focused on the demon whose attention seemed to be completely dedicated to the grandiose Moon, and before he knew it, the shield suddenly disappeared, leaving him exposed at the mercy of those men. Without wasting a single moment, Gael ran, losing himself deep into the forest with the chimeras following right behind, their shouts mixing together with his own sobs and cries for help.
Then, once again, the environment changed in the blink of an eye. The trees were no more, nor the grass, or the flowers. Instead, his steps echoed as they hit against the cobblestone in that sprint, and to his despair, instead of an open, vast space, Gael was met by a tall brick wall. A scene he had lived before, one that could have one and only one outcome. Rapidly turning around, he pressed his back against the wall, terror petrifying his muscles as he watched those silhouettes coming closer and closer. And when the men’s steps rushed his way, their bodies morphed, gaining a small form, however no less frightening and disgusting to the moonsprite. Instead of knuckles, little paws clung onto his pants, climbing up his legs that would swing in all directions possible as to push them away, but to no avail. And more similar grey-furred creatures were flooding the little street, leaving Gael almost suffocated in that terror, only capable to let out a loud, sharp cry, one that strongly echoed all around that space.
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