Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 7: Chapter 6: What the Hell was That? / Seriously, What the Hell was THAT?

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Chapter 6: What the Hell was That? / Seriously, What the Hell was THAT? I glance behind myself as I walk through the open doors and out into the chill night air, taking the path that leads to the gardens of the keep. Groups of my friends and peers seem to be enjoying themselves, dancing and mingling as the small orchestra hired by my dad plays. Cheery music drifts out to me as I start down the path. Faintly, I can hear Izzy’s voice as I move deeper into the garden grounds, she must be flirting with one of the many noble boys her age that she enjoys teasing. Angus will keep her in line. He won’t let her make too much of an embarrassment of herself, thankfully. I swear that girl can be silly when it comes to boys sometimes, at least she respects that I am devoted to Angus and doesn’t try to get me to join in her silly little games with them. I come to the large fountain that marks the center of the garden grounds and, thankfully, it is now silent all around me. I shiver in the chill air. The lavender gown I am wearing, while beautiful, is not exactly practical for being outside for an extended amount of time this early into spring. I gather the skirts up as best as I can and sit on a stone bench that is nearby, breathing a sigh of relief to finally have a moment of quiet. I am grateful to Angus who, upon seeing that the noise and press of people was starting to get to me, pulled me out of the throng of flesh and made way for me to escape to the gardens. I know it is only a temporary reprieve as I cannot stay away from the masquerade ball that commemorates my fifteenth birthday for too long, but I am grateful nevertheless for the lack of people. I remove the mask, which matches the soft lavender color of my gown, and set it on the bench beside me. The coolness of the air contrasts against the warmth on my face as the moisture that was trapped underneath the mask evaporates. I look up as the full moon in the clear night sky, admiring the silvery orb as it hangs high. I wonder what the world must look like from such a lofty position, bathed in its lunar light. I wonder if Ramberg Loch, to the east, looks like a pool of quicksilver to it. Can the moon see itself in the reflection of the water’s surface? I smile softly at my childish thoughts before sighing softly. “I guess I should be getting back before too many people notice me missing,” I say to no one in particular, my voice louder than expected. I gather my skirts and stand up, the fabric gently swishing as I release it. Suddenly, I hear a loud crack behind me. Laughing softly, I turn, saying, “Angus, you didn’t have to- “ I cut myself off as I notice a slender shadow step from behind a nearby tree into the silvery moonlight. “Who are you?” I ask, eyes narrowing. As I ask, four more shadows step out. Each of them are slender and short, maybe 4 feet at the tallest. They have no discernible features to distinguish them from one another, other than slight differences in their height. With them standing in the light of the moon, I can see that they are creatures of pure shadow, clearly magical creations. I take a hesitant step back, and as if I were signaling them, the shadow creatures suddenly rush me. Gathering my will, I conjure a shower of ice darts that streak towards the shadows, striking each of them multiple times, but it only makes them pause for a second before they resume their charge with no apparent damage done. I turn to run, fleeing into the nearby hedge maze, hoping to throw the creatures off long enough for me to double back and make my way back to the ball, confident that the beings of shadow won’t follow me into the well-lit ballroom. As I enter the maze of hedges, I feel something strike my left shoulder from behind, making my entire arm go numb and spinning me around, causing me to fall to the ground, tangling me in my skirts. Trying not to panic, I throw up a wall of ice, blocking where I entered the maze, hoping the ice can stop those creatures from entering.