A Strange Dream II

 "Storm. You have risen early. You were to remain in the ground a few more weeks. The Master said to make certain you did not rise too soon."

Storm's eyes flew open and she looked warily around her. The voice held the same timbre as that of her best friend, but it was distorted and slow, each word drawn out so that the voice, instead of resonating with familiarity, seemed demonic.

Storm shook her head and tried to rise. Her body, usually graceful and powerful, felt awkward and foreign as she fell back to her knees, too weak to stand. Her gut knotted and rolled. The burning spread through his system. 

"Lucy. I do not know what is happening to me." She was careful to keep her energy from spilling from that path. If this was an elaborate trap, she would not draw her best friend into it.