The worst thing about being lost was being lost as the world ended.
When the invisible, cold, clutching hands of djed ran their scaly arms over Anishna at first, she had misinterpreted the feeling to be the oncoming rage of Ionu in the form of a storm. As the feeling grew, and the city rumbled in the distance, Anishna began to feel the faintest web of fear being woven.
She got up from her seat before the Gaping Maw, her mandolin clutched securely in her nimble fingers, and tilted up her face. She couldn't see it, not yet, but the untamed djed released from some unseen point in the world waged war on the barrier of protection around Alvadas. They fought, growing power to the waning. Alvadas was losing this invisible war, and before Anishna's eyes, things were beginning to... change.
The Vantha yelped as a nearby tree went from alive, branches waving in agitation, to glass, hard and unmoving. In another instant, the tree broke apart, seemingly stuck by some invisible mallet and fracturing into a hundred thousand pieces of glass. Blood licked down her cheek from where a shard had tasted her skin, and she reacted, a moment too late, with a sharp gasp and a flinch.
Green eyes were wild, fear a heavy influence on her as she reached down and plucked one of the leaves, kept intact after its fall. She looked at it, ignoring the roar of the invisible monster that had done this, slipping into the well of djed she called her own and bringing it to her senses. The aura vision she now wielded revealed nothing about the leaf but faint traces of pink. It was as though the aura had been stripped away when the tree was destroyed.
Brave Vantha eyes rose now to the wall, that straight expanse that had taken the place of the Maw in the game Alvadas played on itself. An explosion of violet, red, blue, yellow and every other colour there could ever be assaulted her eyes. A metallic taste clouded her tongue, touched with bitter, sweet and sour.
Anishna reeled from it, screaming at the pain, but her eyes wouldn't close. The colour was burned into her eyes, the flavour of raw djed remained on her tongue. She turned, blind to all but the faint auras of the living fleeing the storm.
Energy, pure energy, settled over the city. The war that Anishna had heard being waged had been won, and for the worst, the djed she had looked at settled heavily over Alvadas. Wind picked up, lightning struck out of nowhere, and it rained, as Anishna had originally believed.
Her eyes began to clear as she stumbled blindly, destruction rattling the world around her. Her head still hurt, her eyes remained horribly sore and out of focus, but at least she could see something.
She slumped against the crumbling wall of a nameless home and remained there for some time, merely staring at her hands and waiting for whatever she had seen to make its way over to her and pluck out her life. She didn't know where to run, not from something like this, and against her instinct of self preservation, she had settled in for death.
Until people ran by, unnaturally fast, and a sudden scream of thunder made her jump to her feet.
Her mandolin, innocent and unknowing, was gripped tighter in a blood-streaked hand. Anishna looked after the two men and turned to run after them. People with that kind of urgency had some place to hide. She ran, but was weak after the unexpected and unwarranted overgiving, her mind buzzing with all kind of whispers and heavy with exhaustion. She just had to keep her eyes on them, she hoped, and pray to Ionu not to move the city as she did.