The Story~Part 12

Shimmering silver and black, it was as though the clouds had entered the space where she stood, or perhaps she was within the clouds. They moved and shaped themselves, as lightning fluctuated within the apparition. The lightning danced and arced towards her, and Joyce could only stand there, as the shape formed the figure of a being.

The being stood tall, clad in a dark cape that looked like the deep black of space. Its face was completely covered. It extended a hand towards Joyce. She hesitated. Then she felt the floor under her buck and jerk and Joyce felt herself falling before the floor restabalised. She looked around, still wondering where everyone had gone.

The being before her waited patiently, arm out, hand inviting her, lightning dancing across its body. I must be dead, Joyce thought, this being has come for me.

The being shook its head, as though reading her thoughts. This gave her hope.

Joyce took the being's hand. Lightning danced upon her, tingling, tickling. Joyce gave a soft giggle. The being nodded, and then with another flash a white light, they had teleported to another location, one of beauty, of amazing smells, with lush green plants around her, yet above her, instead of skies, was the steel of metal and blinking lights of a...ship?