It started out with a dull happy yellow. The sky was a rich blue not a cloud in sight. The sun was high and casting it's warm glow around. It wasn't too hot but also not too cold. The season were changing from sweltering summer to a crisp fall. The trees were changing, the wind was blowing and everything smelled crisp. The day was nice, and she felt good. She was at the market with her mother, sampling an assortment of fruits for dinner. The last batches of the summer season still tasted of the warm weather. Everything was juicy and sweet she even managed to get the last little basket of her mothers dirt road beneath her feet was packed down from years and years of use. The people around her were offering warm smiles and waves, the shop keeps were yelling their goods. It was going to be a perfect day.

Then she was running. Everything was a blur and it was night. Where did the day go? The light blue sky was replaced with harsh navy mixed with purple, it was angry. The stars were flashing and storm clouds were rolling in. She was confused, angry, and on the verge of tears. Furious shouting followed wherever she went. There were armed guards chasing her through the now empty market. Barrels, baskets and overturned stands littered the worn dirt path creating obstacles for her. Some places were smoldering from old fire, others were burned black from whatever blaze ran through here. Her head hurt and where did this blood come from? It wasn't hers and yet it covered her. Splattered across her chest and up her arms, dashed over her face like freckles. Her hands were covered in it, like she dipped them in a can of paint. Where was her mother and why was she in armour?

Now she was on fire herself. Falling, falling, falling. The world around her consumed by rage and a burning hatred. The flames licked around her body and teased her with pain. It was all over for her. The sky above her was red, the ground below her was red, she was red. Everything was red, red, red. What happened to the guards? Why was she falling? She wanted to scream but the flames would race down her throat and burn her insides. Her skin was probably black as coal right now and yet she was awake. Her face a picture of calm and serenity. She felt fine but screaming in her mind. It was like her real self was trapped inside the burning inferno that was her body. She wanted out. No matter how hard she banged, scratched or howled the walls holding her in would not yield.

It was loud now. So loud she feared she would go deaf. Pressing her hands over her ears did not help, the noise only grew louder then. Like she was cupping the noise and shoving it in her ears forcing herself to listen. Everything was sharp here. Sharp tones, sharp looks, sharp buildings. Tall towering bricks with too many windows and doors. Little hut like places with bright signs and intoxicating smells. Her senses were being overwhelmed. All the sounds, smells and sights it was too much for her. Where was she? Was she still covered in blood? Her mind and stomach took a sharp turn together and she almost fell. There were people now, so different than the happy faces she once knew. They were twisted with concern and fear. Are you alright…? The voice swam like her vision and then it was cold.

The floor was cold beneath her body which was covered in thin rags. The lights were too bright and there was no sound but her own rapid heartbeat and a slow beeping. What's going on? She wanted to sit up but she physically could not move. Long thick chains were on her wrists, ankles and neck for some reason. They didn't prevent her from moving, something else was. Her eyes burned and she wanted to cry but that wasn't happening either. You're awake beast. What? Her eyes cracked open and the scene before her was nothing she was familiar with. Thick iron bars like a cage formed walls around her and there was a man in a suit staring at her. He had dark messy hair and thin glasses. One hand tucked into his pocket the other rested on the bars, So what are you?