Ninorra's eyelid itched. She reached forward to scratch it with her long fingernails, but found something hard and smooth covering her skin. Attempting to flick it away caused her a sharp stab of pain, as if needles had entered the skin. Then it screamed.
"Nn..!!"
Grabbing ahold of the tiny object, Ninorra shakilly pulled it away from her eyelid. Tiny legs riggled as she pulled with her fingertips, and a shrilly scream from the minute creature almost forced her to drop it. Then, she felt the bit of skin it klung to give way, and the light trickle of blood down her eye let her know that she was free of it's grasp. Opening her eyes hesitantly, she looked at the black and brown insect in her hand. It looked back at her with black eyes, a tiny piece of brown flesh between it's pincers, legs wiggling, back arching as it struggled to break free.
Ninorra's breaths came in pants as her quivvering hand dropped the creature, and it scurried away. She followed it with her eyes and watched as it ran into a crack in the stone wall. Covering the crack were hundreds of other insects exactly like it, all crunching hungrilly on pieces of pink flesh. It smelled stagnant and rotten. The woman, now breathless with disgust, backed away from the crack only to feel movement behind her. More insects on the wall. They screamed as she almost crushed her, sending a series of tiny wet squirts from their lower abdomens in fright. Ninorra shrieked and stood, her skin now covered in sweat and goosebumps. It was then that she realized that her apprentice robes were gone, and she was standing in the middle of a dark stone room wearing a strange dress she didn't recall owning.
Her last memories involved Kupmat. She had released him from his punishment, which was to be confined to the demon's plane of existence. When she released him, he asked if she could talk. So heartbroken was she by his pathetic nature, that Ninorra followed him to a quiet place in the Eversong Woods. She remembered a flash of light, and that was all. Now she realized why Kupmat was so eager to have her alone, and for the first time since she'd met him, Ninorra felt a sickening loathing for the creature. How he could have helped to imprison her, she did not understand. Her stomach gave an unsteady lurch when she remembered Vicailde, and Tirdisar. She had just told Tirdisar that he was going to be her child's godfather, and the last words she had said to Vicailde were..
"Goodbye, love. I'll see you tonight."
Now, she feared, she never would.
Gathering her senses, now fully awake, Ninorra looked around the room for any sign of familiarity. She didn't recognize the hot climate, the humid atmosphere. Something on her neck itched, and as she hesitantly reached back to scratch it, she realized that there were other tiny movements on her skin that retreated into her hair.
"No! No!" She screamed, clawing at her scalp in an effort to remove the insects, but it was to no evail. Her fingernails dug into skin, causing welts and thin stinging cuts. There were too many, and there was no light in this place save for her red eyes and the small stream of red light coming from another crack in the wall that she was none too eager to explore.
Finally giving in to the inevitable truth that the insects weren't going anywhere, Ninorra gave a shuddering sob and stood shakilly in the only clean corner she could find. The floor was cold on her bare feet, and there were many wet areas between the bricks.
"..w..where am I?" She finally asked alloud, her mouth feeling sticky and hot.