Game of Shadows

...and saw a tranquil moonlit forest clearing. In the center of a circle sprinkled with glittery magic dust sat two females... shamefully naked, and holding hands as they engaged in some sort of sexy magic ritual. One was a slightly chubby red haired girl he did not recognize, and the other... was Irena herself! Castellan had known he could not trust her. He grit his teeth. These dastardly... whores... dared challenge him on a level where he was unquestioned supreme potentate? It was all he could do to stay his hand - a direct attack from such a distance wasn't likely to work, and would weaken him needlessly. Yet he had to do something. Then it occured to Castellan that these two weren't in their bodies right now, but rather somewhere else entirely. Castellan laughed and bade his watcher robots to return. He knew exactly what to do with these intruders now.

"Where are we, Irena?!" Bertha cried as both hurtled through a dark void. "What is this place?!"

"Do not worry, child." Irena said. "Our spirits have left our bodies and are even now moving through the Spirit World and into Castellan's mind."

"Left our bodies? But... will they be safe? There's wolves and bandits and... and... squirrels!!"

"Trust me, Bertha." Irena said. "There is nothing to fear, but fear itself."

Then the dark vortex gave way, and both landed on their feet in a field of crunchy dead grass. The field stretched on as far as the eye could see, up to a pale-white sky in which a blood-red sun burned. Bertha looked straight into that sun for a second, and saw things so... horrifying... they were immediately wiped from her memory, with only a faint uneasy residue left in her mind. She did not look again. "Where are we, Bertha?"

"Castellan." Irena growled.

Bertha looked at the older woman. "Hey, you have clothes now!"

Irena nodded. She wore a simple, but very well fashioned emerald-green dress, and held a glowing magic staff in her hands. "The Spirit World approximates your garments to your own desires and level of power. Look at yourself."

Bertha looked down and gasped. She was dressed in a Knight's armor - chainmail covered in metal plates. A sword hung at her side, and her head was bare, letting her curly red locks billow in the cold wind. White leotards with additional plating over the knees and comfy leather boots completed the outfit.

"Looks like someone dreams of being a warrior princess!" Irena smiled and Bertha blushed. "Nonetheless, we must press on. Look - a solitary building in the distance - the only sign of civilization in this entire waste that passes for Castellan's mind. I'm sure it will take us deeper into his subconscious."

1. And so without further ceremony, the two walked toward the buidling they saw...

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