She sprinted through the town, her eyes half open, scanning the uproar of people quickly gathering their things and setting off on small boats, only to be overturned by the heavy winds. She shielded her eyes and ducked as a large wooden board flew past her and hit a woman in the back, knocking her down roughly.

            "MAMA!!!!!" She cried out into the storm. "DADDA!!!!!!" She screamed as loud as she could. She heard evil cackling behind her, and spun around, only to see Cyclos hovering only a few feet away, the land behind the giant cyclone in a wreck.

            "You next, little girl!" He cackled, waving his arms in a circular motion, making the cyclone even larger and faster than it had been.

            "BROOOOOOOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screeched at the top of her lungs as she was sucked up into the cyclone, her brown pigtails flailing every which way, and was flung with such force, she passed out.

            Seagulls cawed, gathering around something that lay on the shore of a small and round island.

            The girl twitched as a seagull pecked at her torn sleeve, hungrily. She blinked in the sun, and then suddenly began coughing up water. Once she had coughed up the lot of it, she sat up slowly and uneasily. Her bones felt bruised, all her muscles ached, and every inch of her skin stung as though she had just been pinpricked ceaselessly for hours. With great effort, she stood up and took a look around, coughing slightly every so often.

            She nearly fell over when she spotted many waterlogged bodies on the northeast side of the island she had ended up on, a few surrounded by dark red water. Those bodies that were not drenched in red water were a very pale blue color and bloated from having saturated.

            Moving towards the stretch of lifeless bodies, her leg hit something soggy feeling, which made her jump. She glanced down at whatever it was and saw a very bloated severed hand, making her scream at the top of her lungs. She turned away from the frightful seen when her stomach gave an almighty lurch, making her vomit what was left in her stomach, mostly stomach acid. Her eyes darted around the deserted island while she wiped her mouth, her eyes tearing up in fright. She turned back to look at the bodies once more, when a glint caught her eye. She looked down, back at the severed hand, and noticed the ring on the second from the left finger. Her stomach lurched again. It was her mother's wedding ring…

            Tears welling up in her eyes even heavier, she staggered up the side of the island towards the middle, and gave way in sobs. She put her hands on her head and noticed that her pigtails had been let loose, and her hair was flying desperately, as if trying to pluck itself from her head. She looked up, still crying, as the wind changed the opposite direction abruptly. She stopped crying, wondering what had made such a change to the current of air. A small red dot appeared on the horizon line, becoming larger with each second.

            Waving her arms wildly as though she were flagging down an airplane, she ran up as far as she could to that side of the island without diving into the water and continued to wave her arms. "OVER HERE! HELP! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!! OVER HERE!! YOU!! PLEASE COME HERE!!!!" She wheezed, her arms feeling as though they were going to fall off any second, but she didn't care. She was determined to get whoever that was to notice her.

            After a few minutes, the thing came within focus, appearing to be a small red boat, it's only inhabitant being a short green figure. Finally they came within voice range.

            "Thank the Goddesses!!!" The girl said, falling to her knees as the boat landed on the side of the island beside her.

            The boy who had been riding it, hopped off hastily and put one arm under hers, helping her up, "Are you alright?!" He asked in concerned voice, staring at her ragged clothing.

            "It was awful! Cyclos…I couldn't find…then I was…my parents…woke up…bodies everywhere…" She said between sobs, after collapsing on the boy's shoulder.

            "Whoa, whoa…slow down…what happened? What about Cyclos?" The boy asked, helping her regain composure.

            She sniffled a few times, and then pointed to the other side of the island. They both walked to the other side, the boy stopping immediately when his widening eyes met the fleshy mess. "Cyclos…came. He came to our village of Tor. He ruined everything…killed everyone…my family…" The girl broke down into sobs once more.

            The boy knelt beside her and put a comforting arm around her. "Is this the way to your village? I was headed that way…if you'd like to go."

            The girl nodded and smiled, wiping her eyes. "Yes…please. Maybe there are still some survivors." She stood up leisurely, feeling a considerable amount happier. "My name is Nineve. What's yours?"