Suddenly, without a warning, shadow began to spread very quickly through the green grass of the meadow, starting from where she was seated, making random spikes of black come out at different spots, like stalagmites in a cave. Then, as if to add to that, strange, random figures began to pop up. Bears, foxes, wolves, different creatures - but if one were to touch any, they will simply past through them - Illusions. She lowered her head slightly, letting out small grunts of pain as her fingers tightened around her scalp. Now small pools of water began to form on the black of the land, the spikes of shadow turning to ice. She quickly chanting something - words piling quickly on top of each other, and soon enough a staff appeared out of thin air and dropped on the ground nearby - but still too far to reach. She opened her eyes a little, revealing nothing but whiteness, and she struggled to get up as her vision focused on the staff.
