The shade's shriek is like music to her ears. Amelia smiles in dark satisfaction when he jumps back, bleeding out a trail of smoke. But before she can burn him again, the fog rises and surrounds her. Tendrils snake around her legs, her wings, her eyes, silence her when she opens her mouth to yell in surprise. The fog is cold and so think she can almost taste it. For a few moments she can't feel anything, as if suspended in void.

When it finally eases up Amelia stumbles forward, gasping. The for hasn't cleared completely, still swirling in gentle waves at her feet, but now she can notice some blurred details of her surroundings. She's no longer on the cliff, or anywhere near the sea, but in a town she doesn't recognize. The buildings have long been abandoned, and several large black stones were set in their center. They were strangely smooth, free of the vines that covered everything else.