The charred air smelled of dew and depression, the sun a tiny glimmer on the horozion. What was this world? So burnt and destroyed. It was not the same one she had left many years ago.

As Quicksilver walker through the feilds of this... place, she could not shake the feeling that she was being watched, despite, by the looks of it, everything around here being burnt to a crisp. Her head turned to adress and odd sound, a high, shrill sound of some small bird. She, much to her disapointment, yet releif, found no such creature when she turned.

Instead, much to her horror, she saw there a dead body. It was mamed, disfigured and some of its limbs were missing. Quicksilver began to back away from the horifiying sight, but as she fled, she heard the odd screach again, and much to her horror, the wicked body began to move, twisting and turning, in such a way that would turn the stumock of the most iron-hide adveturer.

Then... the world began to shake, then trees started falling over. Quicksilver opened her wings to attempet to escape, but to late. The world had already crumbled beneith her, leaving her to fall... fall... fall.

Then she woke up