"Oi! You give that back! Or not, I mean you don't have to, if you don't want to. And you couldn't actually give it back, since I never actually had it. So, nevermind, I guess." The young woman had been talking to a squirrel who was sitting up in a tree, a nut between it's paws.
"Anyway, moving on." Meerior Shlakea continued walking through the forest, humming and swinging her arms at her sides, often talking to herself about all manner of things.
She was walking like this when she abruptly stopped. Her foot was over the edge of a crevice in the earth. Dirt fell from the edge. She could have died if she hadn't seen the crevice the second she did.
"Why, isn't this exiting!" the young woman said happily, still standing with her foot over the edge. She was balancing quite precariously on the edge, but she didn't seem to notice at all. "I think that I like this crevice," she said. "It has a feel about it, don't you think? Yes, I agree with you, it is very good."
Then she stepped off of the edge.
She fell, and she fell far. She hit the rocky ground below hard, and there was an echo through the ravine as her ribs cracked loudly. "Ouch." she said, before she passed into unconsciousness.
She woke a few minutes later, and she sat up. As she did, a jagged edge of a rib punctured her skin and she bit her lip. She sat there, propping herself up with her hands. Then she smiled and stood up. she made a soft muttering sound under her breath, and a second later, about ten yards away from her a dark shadow appeared, a void which slowly widened. It was dark, and endless, but with no beginning. Some people would go mad just looking at it, but not Meerior, then again, she was already mad.
She looked at it expectantly, and a second later a dark shape appeared. It was in the shape of a man, but much larger and it's skin was pitch black. It had red slits for eyes, and two curving horns from ti's skull. It had two huge batwings, now folded, and claws longer than Meerior's hand. it radiated a strange feeling, a wrongness that some people would be overwhelmed by. Meerior just stood there. The being was a demon, and it walked right up to the young woman.
It held out it's hand, and she put hers into them. Then it closed it's hands around the woman's with a gentleness that wouldn't have been believed possible from such a creature. Then Meerior closed her eyes and her wounds started to heal. The blood receded back into her body, and the wound closed up. Her ribs were fixed, and then the creature let go of her hands and stepped back into the void. The void closed and Meerior was alone. Or so she thought.
The whole exchange had happened in a matter of seconds, but now Meerior turned around to see something peeking out of a pile of stones. It was shny stone, not the crumbled rocks all around.
She walked over to it and cleared away some of the stones to reveal the shape of a man. "Oh yes!" she said. "A Golem! I wonder if it will wake for me?"
She reached out a hand and placed it onto the golem's shoulder. She closed her eyes and her hand grew warm, very warm, hot.
