She was sitting in a grassy clearing, bright blue sky above her, with a gentle breeze caressing her ebony locks. It was a beautiful day, more beautiful than anything she could experience in her own era.
Or it should have been.
A miasma filled tentacle jerked itself free of the body it had impaled. Green eyes were wide with shock, and a small mouth screwed up in pain.
The initial sight had left her breathless. Had her body arrested in shock and disbelief.
She wished she had moved to catch him when she heard the sickening thump of his body hitting the ground.
“Shippo!”