She was hanging in the air, floating like a feather. Was she being carried to the Darkworld?
Realization stuck her. I am alive. She was on top of someone. An arm was wrapped around her waist, holding it tight so that she may not fall. They weren’t moving. Whoever carried her took a lot of time for each step.
Be-Ho-Mi opened her eyes. She could see nothing but the darkness. It made no difference whether her eyes were open or closed. Where am I? Is this the Darkworld? Or is it the Shadylands? Who is carrying me? The lord of curses or did the curses form into some being?
Be-Ho-Mi can feel the skin of the person under her fur. It felt like hemeus skin. Did the curses take the form of a hemeus? Did a hemeus take her out of the shrine of anathema?
Be-Ho-Mi felt stagnant. Each step took some
