Blackwater Islands driftwood

She registered an approaching scent even above the pungent salt & detritus odor of the sea, but it was a while before she could muster the strength to open her eyes, and when she eventually did, the lids peeled upward, achingly slowly, revealing slits of indigo in a skeletal face.

A pair of eyes met hers, glowing in the dim light. One blue, one green, vivid against a night-black pelt.

Nyx, Maegi croaked, and then her ears flattened, lips lifting to reveal her teeth. A growl gurgled in her throat; this must be the Void, then, and so the torment would begin.

Where's Damien? she went on, her voice barely above a ragged whisper. He can't be too far off—you two were always stuck to each other.

It was only a matter of time, because though she felt the air in her lungs and turned to see the rise and fall of springy ribs, she knew she was dead, and she knew it was time to face all those who had made her life so wretched.

"Yes, fight, little girl. Let yourself go mad."