The Five have abandoned her, it was as simple as that.

Amaya stood stranded, entirely trapped by a floral smelling body of water with traces of steam gradually floating from its surface. Were they going to be boiled alive, perhaps? What type of punishment was this, and what had they done to deserve such wrath? The gremlin stood rigidly, her mother coming to thwack a stubby paw at her matted haunches. Valeska spoke of her mother, Amaranth, fearing the water. But, Amaya was given both genes, and apparently that meant she was built to be aquatic to some degree.

The Shadow stood still, her lips twitching, revealing yellowed teeth at the odd waters. Something did not feel right, as if this was some sort of omen and they would be swimming to their deaths. Amaya took a step back, one eye blinking as the steam continued to waft about the cavern. A subtle rumble made the bone reader glance around, her other eye finally blinking. Did the wall just move?

Stone pressed against her hind legs, gradually sliding her closer and closer to the boiling water of death. She was going to die. This was it, wasn’t it? A screech echoed out, shrill and blood curdling. The water was only inches away.

And then…

It was…

here.

Another yowl as her paws splashed into a shallow section of water, high pitched and manic, as if she was, in fact, boiling alive. Though, it was only warm — warm enough to gradually begin to unknot the clumps between her toes.

What was happening?