The forest floor broke her fall, but it did little to soften the shock. Seraphima's hands splay across the mossy ground, nerves responding with each stroke. It sends a wicked flare of fear in her heart– Fear of the unknown. A meek whimper leaves her lips, as she strains her hearing. All she can hear is the scuttling of critters around her and deafening birdsong.

With a choked cry, Sera attempts to crawl forward on her hands and feel more of the new space she occupies. It's useless. Her eyes are clamped shut. She cannot open them, no matter how hard she tries. Another sob wracks her body, now echoing through the leaves and carrying on the wind, causing a nearby raven to flutter away.

Then, she hears something— Footsteps. Approaching her position. 'Have they come for me?!' A flicker of hope ignites in her heart, as she turns her face towards the incoming figure. "A-Archangel? Is it you?" Her tone is weak- But hopeful in the face of an utterly hopeless situation.