This is my first story I have ever published alone. I hope you all like will be dark and confusing at times.I tried to remain true to the characters and give them more personality.I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing.

Prologue:

Quorra awakens the same way she since the day of the fire drenched in a cold silenced by fear trying to scream when nothing escapes your for air because of the suffocation that never leaves her dry like the desert waiting for the rain. Flashes of that night rippled through her being every time she closed her clawed her throat from dehydration. Stomach churning empty from lack of sickness was sinking in her body it demanded fuel forced to run on fumes adrenaline pumping into was reliving that nightmarish memory fresh in her mind as if she were still there unfolding before her eyes.

A man who was not there yelled to her get she be sure he wasn't couldn't be happening to her once more. The Quran did as commanded sinking to the ground in a building blazed was covered in grime debris was falling over and around her. Smoke and flames consuming all in its path leaving her blinded by the was as low as it could down here there was a small area of moderately fresh inhaled it deeply it was like coming up from holding your breath far too long underwater.

She cringed as her stomach body moments were mechanical petrified with was safe in her room to move unable to send the signal to her inside of her freezing her in place. Protecting her from the unknown dangers of happened after every night terror . Paralyzed she refused to lay there .Quorra ignored every instinct in her to rise up her body collapsed back down quickly as she had tried.

Something slithered its way through the far reaches of her intestines. Fluids gurgling inside of her for sweet was ablaze screaming to come pressure on a steady path through was now at the back of her throat waiting. Quorra clenched her jaw then perched her bolted up bursting out of her room into the bathroom slamming it close behind unleashed all the pressure into the sink gripping it for felt good to have it all gone. Quorra leaned against her bathroom wall sliding down in defeat knowing the feeling was always there beneath the surface.

Well that was hard, mysterious, and darker than intended.