He then projected the scene on to the world around them. She looked around. She couldn't see anything physically, so clearly magic was afoot. Had she been there, she would have been able to at least sense the magic.
"Everytime he let us capture him. It was to find another hideout, and then somehow he'd get out and kill the guards. He leaves a path of destruction everywhere he goes, Anansi. Please, if he hurt you, I..." He stopped and Anansi felt the rush of confusion in his heart. He was unsure of something. Was it her? "My mother would likely have him killed once Day comes, it's the Night Queen we have to fear, she is up to something I know it." She told him before she stepped up to him, taking his hands that had fallen to his sides, and gripping them firmly. "I will try my best to stir clear of him." She said, and nodded, watching his eyes. He had such kind eyes, despite the pain swirling within. She rose a hand, placed it on his cheek and smiled. "Thank you, for caring for my safety" She said, and pressed a soft feather like kiss to his lips. She stopped, her soft expression disappearing, as she looked down at her hands, and her image began to fade. Something was corrupting the magic. Something dark. It wasn't the Night Queen. She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. She reached out to him, as if he could keep her tethered to the dreamworld. "Rola--"
It was at the moment, that Anansi was jarred from her sleep, by the sound of crashing. Her large wooden doors blew open, sending splinters of woods everywhere, she covered her face with her hands, and went the dust settled, she saw him.
Large tendrils of darkness, swirling around him, searching for her light, while he himself was covered in silver blood.
"You..." She said and rose a hand, her palm shone brightly, she channeled her nature, and shot it forth, with enough force to keep his distance, but it wasn't enough to hold him back, Day didn't break yet.
"Stay Away, Demon!" She shouted, using both hands to hold him back, but she could see her light flickering, the darkness, having more power in the night, was over taking her light. Sweat dotted her brow as she forced her magic to work, even in the dark, but it was fighting back, and she could see the tendrils slowly push her back, until she was pinned between the headboard o of her bed, and the darkness.
"Roland....I can't keep my promise, my best is not enough...He is here, and he will win." She said before the darkness pushed back, pressing her against the wall, crushing her body against it, the wood splintering from the force. Finally, she had no magic left, not in the Night, and her hands fell limp at her sides, the only thing keeping her upright was the darkness itself.