Bearclaw Valley no recall or intervention can work in this place

Just as soon as her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she caught the mismatched glint of ocean and sunshine, words reached her ears. They were jumbled and wrong, spoken with a voice both thick and dry. 

Her pupils narrowed; she saw only the eyes staring back at her as darkness crowded around, sending a pulse of tightness into her chest. 

”Witch!” She barked into the darkness, and shook her head. She snarled, when something that felt like a hot knife slipping between her ribs. When the words came again, the intensity rose- and she felt the pain sear through her chest, spreading into her jaw. 

”WITCH!” She bellowed, as she stumbled back out of the den, cracking the back of her head off the entrance and causing a few rocks to tumble down. 

The tightness in her chest felt suffocating. She ambled drunkenly away from the den’s mouth as she struggled for breath, not knowing it was a pulse that her body lacked. Within a matter of steps, she faltered and fell to the ground, tumbling hard down a knoll. 

She slammed against a stone, hard enough to break her ribs- simultaneously knocking her unconscious and restarting her failed heart at the same time.