Felidae's eyes snapped open, and for one terrifying moment she thought she'd gone blind. Darkness was everywhere; smothering the Khajiit with its heavy, lurid mantle.
She jumped to her feet, heart pounding fit to burst. Nowhere to run from it, nowhere to hide from it. It pressed in on all sides like a consuming black shroud, enveloping her. Suffocating her.
It was a darkness so intense, so solid, not even her racial Night-Eye ability could penetrate the inky void.
Seemingly of their own accord, her legs began to move; slowly at first, but picking up speed as she began to hurry through the murk, desperately seeking refuge from the shadows. Her sensitive ears picked up the distant, echoey roar of battle; clashing steel, screams, explosions; spurring her on into the gloom.
Jutting rocks scraped her shoulders as she ran, and with a pang of fear she realized the walls were getting narrower, seemingly intent on squeezing the life out of the hapless Khajiit. She picked up the pace, legs pumping furiously, breath ragged in her throat, bare feet pounding against the cold stone floor. A hot sweat broke out on her skin, seeping into various cuts and making them sting like crazy.
But she kept going, hurtling through the tunnels at full-pelt, not caring for the sharp objects that repeatedly bruised, battered and tore her exhausted body. She just needed to get away. Now, while she had the chance.
With one hand stretched out in front of her and the other trailing along the wall, she shot carelessly round a corner, slamming her knee against a rock in the process and dropping heavily to the floor. Wincing in agony, she looked up through bleary eyes, searching for a way, any way, out of this hell.
And then she saw it. Reaching out to her from the far end of the tunnel like some kind of Divine beckoning.
Light.
Teeth gritted with determination, Felidae hauled herself upright and began limping slowly and painfully towards the exit, eyes fixed solely on the piercing red glow. A cool breeze caressed her fur, bringing with it the tantalizing promise of freedom. Felidae smiled weakly as the glow intensified, and her heart thudded madly as a wave of raw emotion swept over her.
She was going to make it.
Without warning, something thin and bony closed around her ankle and yanked hard, bringing her crashing to the ground. As she lay there shocked, the world seemed to stand still, only to come back to life with awful inevitability.
Crying out in horror, she suddenly found herself being dragged back into the darkness, the comforting light rapidly receding from view. Her fingers scrabbled about in the dirt, futilely attempting to prevent herself from being pulled further and further into the depths of the mine.
No, this couldn't be happening. Not now she was so close...
Renewed by a sudden burst of panic, Felidae turned and kicked out at her assailant, her foot connecting with what felt like someone's face. A sharp gasp from the shadows confirmed her guess, and she lashed out again. This time, however, a gaunt grey hand shot out from the shadows and caught her by the other ankle, jagged nails digging meanly into her flesh. The Khajiit went rigid as terrible realization struck her. It was over.
Paralyzed with fear, she could only stare as two deep, crimson eyes emerged from the gloom.
"No!"
Felidae shot up from her bedroll, trembling uncontrollably. A cold sweat coursed down her face and back, mingling with the dried sand.
As she glanced around the tavern feverishly, memories of the night before steadily returned, and she allowed herself a small sigh of relief.
It was the nightmare again. The same damn nightmare she'd been suffering for around thirteen years now. It usually occurred every couple of weeks or so, and every time she woke petrified and drenched in sweat. But she'd never experienced it in this much detail before.
The Khajiit idly scratched the gauntlet on her left hand, trying to dispel any recollections of the dream. It was probably just the change in climate that had made it so... vivid; going from the icy peaks of Skyrim to the scorching deserts of Elsweyr was definitely going to have some kind of effect.
But enough of that; she needed to focus on the quest that lay ahead.
She was in Dune, a town nestled in the sandy hills of her home country, about to embark on some perilous quest to locate a potion that... did what now? Felidae couldn't remember, but it must be important otherwise she wouldn't be risking her neck locating it.
As she glanced around the room she was surprised to see how packed it was. When she arrived at the tavern the night before it had been devoid of any customers, save for the mute Khajiit and the Elf girl.
Felidae frowned as more memories came back to her. That was it; a potion that had the ability to restore one's voice. Dar'Raska had been looking for companions to aid him on his journey to claim this precious substance, and she'd signed up.
As for the others, Felidae didn't recognize any of them (although she could distinctly remember the robed Khajiit from last night, but he'd turned in pretty quickly).
As well as these, there was a Redguard woman, an Altmer, some Bretons and... oh god, no.
Felidae's eyes narrowed as she spied the Dunmer, and her hands at clutched the bedroll in fury. With details of the nightmare still fresh in her mind, it was all she could do not to attack him then and there.
Breathing in deeply, she managed to fight off the overwhelming desire to lodge a dagger in his back and took a seat at a nearby table, keeping herself as far from the Dark-Elf as possible. Under any normal circumstances she wouldn't have gotten quite so pent up, but she was still pretty shaken from the dream and it certainly wasn't the best start to the morning.