Hello everyone! Here's something that's been in my head for a very long time. If this chapter seems a bit of a bore, it'll get better (that's not an idle promise!)

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Chapter I

And then there was just the dark

Ianethe's body felt broken. It was as is every bone in her had cracked and shriveled up. Her muscles were no longer useful to her, even if she tried against the chains that held her down. Her mind and body were isolated, distant, and different by worlds apart. Her head was always racing when she had enough energy to suffice. She would think until it caused her pains so; yet her body, her body was stationary. Everything soon began to ache for her. It hurt when she was thinking, when she'd breathe. Soon she felt her healthy exhales become gasps and then low sighs of steadying her heart.

Pain beyond reckoning had caught up to her. It was fresh on her skin and deep in her blood. Ianethe could taste it in the back of her throat as they lashed her. Never had she dreamed of this fate, her captivity by the hands of her enemies. They were prosperous indeed to have detained her, commander of the opposing army. They had broken her.

Time and space removed itself from her senses. Seconds to hours to days had passed without her notice. It all blended into one sorrowful nightmare she was forced to live. Daylight was impossible to remember though it was like a fond memory she couldn't recall. It was what ordinary people would feel. So that had left her to be extraordinary. At this a pang of amusement rose and caused her to wince. Even feeling bit her back.

Through all of this, Ianethe had never quite pitied herself or more so thought of her own pain as the others. No, she couldn't bare it; the idea of them captured. Ianethe had heard their screams so long ago it made her wonder if she was dead. Her heart would swell at each scream. Were they dead? No, surely they shared the fate as her. But then again, death would be better than this, she thought.

There was one thought, one last lingering thought before she drifted into a frightening abyss. Hope that her friends, nay, her sisters were still alive and would be liberated. One day a time will come when her people will fight against her enemies where blood would be drawn in war. She mused all of this but the last few strings were so close to the edge. There was not much left of her to contemplate. The darkness around her came thicker until she went beyond the pain, beyond her self until there was…nothing.