A/N: So as it turns out, inspiration struck sooner rather than later. This chapter's kind of short, but you have to start from somewhere, right? This is the story I dedicate to my friend, Madison, the inspiration for the main character. This is basically a side sequel to Saving KidCastle, focused solely on a minor character with mentions of other characters from the other story. I hope you guys like it as I think it's going to be fun to write. I don't know when I'll write the next chapter, but please review as they sometimes make me update faster. Anyway, I'll shut up now so you can read it.

Prologue

She was running. She didn't know who or what from, but she was. She felt like she was running over Legos. Her hands burned, blood coating the makeshift bandages around them. Her clothes were in shreds, her shirt barely clinging onto her, the tank top she wore underneath had a bloodstain coating it, and her jeans riddled with holes. Her lungs burned, the smoky atmosphere making it hard to breath. Her eyes stung, the glasses she wore doing very little to protect them.

Fire. That's what this room was made of. Fire and very hot, sharp ground. Despite every cell in her body screaming at her to get out of there as soon as possible, she knew she had to finish what she started. She's gotten so far already, sacrificed so much, suffered too much to give up now. She was almost there, just a little bit further…

She finally reached the top. There it was, nestled in a glass case resting on a pedestal mere feet in front of her. It gave off a faint white glow, giving it an angelic, peaceful appearance. The light in the darkness of this place, the only thing that could help her, save her, and she almost has it. She reached for it with a shaky hand.

She was inches from grabbing it when she felt a force crash into her from behind. She stumbled, quickly trying to catch herself, but it was too late. She lost her balance and fell, crying out in pain as she hit the sharp, scorching ground.

She was too weak to get up, the sweltering, suffocating heat and the blood loss finally getting to her. The ground a few feet away from her gave way, leaving a path to fall to certain death.

She felt herself being slowly dragged towards it, and she desperately clawed at the ground. The ground cut her hands again, but she didn't even register the pain, focusing all her thoughts and strength into not falling into the pit.

She hung in midair, a death grip on the ground. The fires below roared as if anticipating her inevitable fall, waiting to engulf her in a slow, painful death. She always considered herself as brave ad fearless, but in this moment, she was terrified, wishing more than anything to be away from here.

Her hand slipped, and she fully panicked, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She desperately tried to keep ahold of the ground, but she was so weak and her hand was slipping.

Her hand slipped and she fell. She screamed, eyes screwed shut as she fell into the flames.

She woke with a start, bolting up in bed. She gasped for air, her knuckles white due to the death grip she had on the sheets, beads of sweat slowly making their descent down her face. She slowly calmed down, regulating her breathing as she kept murmuring that it was just a dream.

Wait….sheets? Dream?

That didn't sound right.

It was only then did she really take in her surroundings. She was in a room that looked like her bedroom, exactly in fact, right down to the last detail. There was something off about it…

Everything felt wrong. The sheets were a little too dark, the light a little too bright, everything just seemed…off.

Her instincts sensed that someone else was here. If it were really her room, her home, no one would be up this early, especially making…pancakes?

Only when she heard footsteps approaching her room did the memories come flooding back to her. She kicked away the sheets, running a hand through her messy red hair. Her electric blue eyes showed nothing but confusion as a single question burned in her mind.

Wasn't she supposed to be dead?