I wonder what awaits me

Elysia hissed as the lava bubbles against her flesh. Looking down at her now marred fur she turned to glare accusingly at her guide. Wrestling with her inner demons to calm down. She had to see this through and to do that she needed the guide. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the task at hand.

What was she to do now, there wasn’t a clear Plath this time. And she didn’t need any more scars disfiguring her beauty. Pacing a bit she decided to take it head on. Backing up as far as she could, she made a running start as she leapt for the platform.

(She’s jumping for it, rip)