The rush of cold air hit Delaney's skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She rubbed her arms and twirled around.
'Where am I?' she wondered. The night was as dark as it was cold, not a single star in the sky. She had always believed the myth that demons were nocturnal. It turned out, it was false.
She reached for the sword always secured at the side of her waist and groaned when she realized she was wearing a nightgown. It turned out she was outside, without her sword, and when she made a step and a branch nearly stabbed into the sole of her foot, she realized she didn't have any shoes on either.
"Where is my demon when I need it?" She complained. As if hearing the need in her voice, a flaming torch appeared in her hand. She blinked to adjust to the sudden light and looked around, glad that she was still in Itrusia, but the realization of where she was shocked her. "The foggy forest?"