Her eyes shot open faster then the crossbow that stunned her. She shot her head upwards, her purple hair flipping upwards and out of the brown leather cloak she donned. The first thing her eyes met were her black trousers that shielded the top half of her green boots. She squinted when her eyes, littered with cracks that resembled glass, met the dim lighting revealing a man before her.

“Greetings, Cristil. I am pleased to inform you that your magical capabilities has caught the interest of our scouts.” The bulky man before her spoke. He ripped the cloth out of her mouth and tossed it aside.

“Wonderful. I always thought I didn’t get enough credit.” Cristil remarked, a smirk forming. The man scoffed before snatching a lavished dagger from on a wooden table. The blade shatters and reshapes itself back together constantly, as if trapped in a endless time loop.

“Now, if you would remain still.” The man lined up the knife with Cristil’s forehead, and shoved it towards her at immense speeds. Mere seconds before the blade made contact, Cristil’s body shattered into seemingly infinite pieces. The now confused man’s eyebrows raised quickly, and he shot his head in many directions. Abruptly, her body reshapes itself again. Now returned to her normal state, she crystallizes her fist and heaves it against the man’s face, as the many shards that pierced against it adding to its pain. In a quick hand motion, the shards are removed from his face and crash to the floor. Before the man can wind up an attack with his dagger, Cristil positioned her arm around the man’s head and flips him over her leg, disarming him. Then she snatched the blade that was flailing through the air in a swift motion. Before the man knew it, the pommel of the dagger had made contact with his forehead, and he was unconscious.

“Easy enough.” Cristil muttered before bolting down the hallway, beginning her seemingly endless trek to escape the mysterious place.