Crystalkit looked up at him, as if in response, she nodded her head. Crystalkit looked into the distance and began to pad toward the nearby stream. The stream looked cold and deep, it's color began to fade from a sharp icy blue to a deep black purple. Crystalkit looked at her sickly reflection, the bittersweet taste of deathberries dawning on her tongue. She looked up, the wind chilled her fur. The air around her was wet with black fire. She looked at her reflection again and then it spoke, there in the deathly black stream, "You have been lucky but you have not seen the last of me for I was and am your demise." The vision faded and Crystalkit grew weary and fell into the stream with a loud splash. She got up out of the stream feeling awoken and padded toward camp, the damp lingering in her pale sickly fur.