All the theorizing a while back got me into the mood. I haven't written a fanfic for a couple years (don't even remember my fanfiction.net alias), though I have been writing on fictionpress. I may create a new account on fanfiction after getting opinions from here hehe.
The the landscape Mundus Magicus was strikingly beautiful. The flashy scenery of the enormous buildings, pillars of earth and the flying whale behemoths all above a body of water would pretty much stun any passerby not used to the scene. The world was like a living painting of a child's dream. It did not stop one girl though. She kept her haphazard and panicked pace, half of the time stumbling, the other half running. The cries and screams quickly became murmurs of exclamations behind her.
The ground quaked from under her as she made it to a bridge. This stopped her in her tracks, and she turned her ruby eyes back at the cloud of debris, as well as the combating silhouettes within it. The pause soon gave into the reality that she was alone, and had no idea where she was going.
“What am I doing-” she said to herself rubbing the side of her head. “What's going on?”
It came back in flashes. She was with a group of friends, pursuing another group.
A circle of stones.
A flash of light.
The smiling face of a red-haired child with glasses appeared.
There was blood!
Her eyes began to glaze over as the adrenaline began to rush through her body. The continuous flow memories continued to pass through her eyes.
The 10 year-old teacher tried to utter something, but the blood in his lungs refused to allow him...
The panicking girl was now trembling involuntarily. She braced herself against the railing of the bridge as she suddenly found the air hard to breathe...
The child fell to his knees, then finally fell prone and unmoving, wallowing in a pool of crimson.
She began to feel numb and disoriented. The girl's awareness of the world around her began to vanish at a rapid pace, with an invisible crushing weight taking its place.
Images of her entire life began zipping through her mind. “N-n-”
The bloody scene came back to her, but now different. In the place of the child prodigy, a fifteen-year old red-haired boy was lying on his back.
His lifeless eyes gazed back at her, and greeted her happily with a crimson grin.
Izumi Ako's mind froze; her body teetered along with her body cloak in the wind, before tumbling over the railing.