She woke up with a start. Was she dreaming, or did the ground seem to be shaking underneath her?
Then she heard the sound of the waves lapping against her metal cell. That's right, she was in a ship. Imprisoned.
As she closed her eyes, more memories flooded her mind. Women were crying, children were screaming. The soldiers were everywhere. She couldn't run, couldn't hide. She couldn't escape the fate that awaited her.
Her last memory was of her tribe gazing sadly at her. Then a metal hull closed, and all was darkness.
The sound of a door opening interrupted her thoughts. A soldier walked in, carrying a tray of food. He set it down before her, then turned to leave.
"Wait," she called. "Where are you taking me?"
He turned around, the glint in his eyes sending a shiver down her spine. "Trust me; you don't want to know."
The door closed after him, and she was again left to her thoughts.
It seemed that she probably wouldn't make it out of whatever hell of a place they were bringing her to – at least, not alive. And yet she had hope. She knew that one day, though when or how she couldn't say, she would escape that place. Then they would be truly sorry for what they had done to her.
She was beginning to think thoughts so dark her former self would have shuddered at the mere mention of them. But then, she wasn't her former self anymore, and anyway, those vermin had deserved it.
Her blood curdled, she looked up at the full moon from which she drew her power shining through the porthole that passed as a window, and an evil smile crossed her face. She lay back against the wall, and prepared to plan for things to come.