Hello again! I know it's been quite some time since I wrote. In the beginning of the year I decided to try my hand at the Sims 3 custom content. I had been working extensively in Blender over the summer to improve my skills.

Now I am attending a 10 month long intensive program to develop blindness skills (such as reading braille, learning assistive tech and screen readers, and travel) as well as brush up on my independent living skills (such as cooking, cleaning and other such home management skills). I had an appointment with an ophthalmologist and he said I wouldn't have to worried about my vision deteriorating for another 20 years. So my goal with this program is purely on the independent skills side of things. We are all working toward the same goal of moving out from our current living situations to become more independent, and I'm looking forward to that part of the program.

Now, enough about my personal life, I just wanted anyone who follows me that doesn't on Facebook to be brought up to speed. My intent is to work on some other stories as well as this one, but I wanted to get something out.

WARNING! This prologue is very sad and horrifying. If you know if any tags that are appropriate for this, let me know. I'm horrible at tagging but I want my readers to be well prepared.

So, that's it for me for now.

Prologue

Tecna was working tirelessly on her transmitter, hoping desperately that her friends wouldn't have given up on her. Logically, it would make sense for them to claim her dead. They witnessed her sacrifice firsthand and were left with the unknown. If the destructive forces of the vortex didn't rip her limb from limb, perhaps she would be trapped in some sort of limbo between the portal on Andros and the one in Omega. Layla and the others knew that the portal led to the Omega Dimension. That was how Valtor managed to escape with the aid of the Trix. After he was free, he began to wreak havoc in the oceans of Andros before expanding his reign of tourney upon other realms of the Magical Dimension. Tecna hoped that at least one of her friends had the thought that she'd managed to come out the other side and was trapped in Omega with little means of escape.

That was the driving force for Tecna to build this transmitter. It was strong in the beginning while she was scavenging for parts, but over time the effort was fleeting. Everything against her was slowly eating at her resolve. Physically, magically and soon, mentally. She was constantly on her guard, she never slept. Even if she managed to find shelter that would hide her, she would still be an easy target. With her defenses down and her body vulnerable, the convicts would surely take her for their next meal with no remorse.

When the portal was breached and the convicts were set free, they split up into gangs. Some decided to take the opportunity to break free themselves, as Valtor had. Those were the ones roaming the island on Andros. Others stayed behind to strategize another plan of escape. They considered the dangers of venturing across an unstable portal, even if it meant freedom. The gangs that stayed in Omega were territorial. They would even find wounded and dying members of other groups and mercilessly stab them to ensure they were truly dead. Then, they would bring the bodies back to their base for their group's next decent meal.

Tecna had heard convicts talk about these actions, and witnessed for herself what would become of her if she so much as turned her back. She had also been close to being in that particular situation. All the criminals knew that somewhere among them, there was the fairy who dared foil their plans of escape. If they caught her alive, they would spare no mercy. They wouldn't just kill her on sight, they would torture her in unspeakable ways in which she didn't even want to think of. She was now very sought-after, and the gang of convicts that captured her would tear her wings from her back and put them on display as a memento of their victory.

That, in addition to the subzero temperatures of Omega, left no room for Tecna to rest. She had surprised herself by fashioning a getup made to keep the cold at bay. She remembered Stella's fashion advice well and reminisced about the Solaria princess while she'd put the outfit together. Stella would be appalled at the fact that there was so little material to work with. So, Tecna had taken what Stella taught her and ran with it to the best of her ability. In the end, she could only cover her essentials, and thought it was ironic considering the outfit's purpose. In this outfit, she wouldn't blame any convicts if they wished to have their way with her as part of the torture they would inflict upon her. Aside from how it looked, Tecna had used all her leftover magic reserves to put into the warm aura that kept the elements to a bearable degree. The aura only did so much, but it would have to be enough. She remembered feeling so weak after, but refused to sleep. This was before she was fully aware of just how much danger she was in.

Tecna continued to build her transmitter out of scrap metal she had surprisingly discovered from spacecrafts that had been pulled down to Omega's harsh atmosphere. Luckily, she also uncovered parts of transmitters from said spacecrafts to construct the inner components of her own device. As she worked, her mind couldn't help but drift, thinking about Timmy. What had he been told? How was he taking the news that she had disappeared into the Omega Portal, seemingly lost forever? Would he have given up on her, and thought she was really dead?

She was certain that Timmy loved her. After he first kissed her during their mission to save Bloom, he had been very timid to show his affections for her around the others. But when they were alone, he grew more confident in displays of affection. Of course, Tecna was not used to these actions at all. However, she didn't recoil the first time he attempted to caress her hair. In fact, she too grew to enjoy his touches. How she missed his warm embraces, his quick pecks of kisses, and his gentle voice and laugh. She longed for that warmth, and on impulse, clutched her partially built transmitter close to her heart. Deep down inside, she hoped it was Timmy who would receive her distress call. She could feel tears prick the corners of her eyes, and forced them back. There was no way she'd allow these ruthless convicts to catch her unawares in her state of vulnerability. All she had to do now is finish the transmitter. Then she could send a call for help, and hopefully escape and return to Magix. To be in the safe arms of her friends and Timmy.

Days had passed, and Tecna was finished constructing her makeshift transmitter. She was so weak by now, but she had to hold on for a little while longer. This was her only way of escape, and she hoped that anyone, anyone at all, would get her signal. Finally, the transmitter was complete, all Tecna needed to do was test it. As she was about to press the button to record her message and send it out, she heard multiple footsteps heading in her direction. She snapped her head toward the sound to be met with a gang of convicts surrounding her. Tecna tried desperately to get to her feet and transform, but every ounce of her magic energy had been drained.

She needed to think fast, but her normally level-headed and logically mind had nearly turned numb from cold, along with the rest of her body. At this time, she had used up every bit of strength she had in her, and was running on little reserves she had left to make it out alive. She hoped she didn't have to confront these criminals again, but knew it was inevitable. All Tecna could think to do was run, because her magic was next to nil. However, the leader of the group of convicts threw his strings in front of him, and she couldn't get away fast enough. The strings tied around her ankles, tripping her to the ground as sharp ice scratched her bare skin. The convict dragged Tecna back as his gang surrounded and restrained her. One of the convicts had also covered her mouth with his hands. She knew struggling would prove futile, and potentially dangerous. Not to mention the fact that she was too weak to fight anyway.

"Finally, we're able to capture the fairy that put an end to our plans to break free of this prison planet," he said in a gruff rumble. Then, a member of his team came across the newly completed transmitter.

"Look what I found," he told his leader, "she still could be of use to us alive." Then, he passed the transmitter on to the head convict.

"Mmm," the leader pondered, "she was trying to send for help. Why don't we give her a hand." The convict that was covering her mouth removed his hands. Tecna gasped for air quickly, only to have her head lifted so that her neck was exposed. The leader that was holding her transmitter shoved it in her face, and another one drew his blade from its hoister. Then, he moved it just inches from her neck. The lead convict had his finger on the button of her transmitter.

"Speak, fairy, or we'll kill you," he threatened before he pressed the button. Tecna could feel the cold metal on the surface of the skin of her neck. Not enough to cut her, but that could change in an instant. She closed her eyes as hazy shapes filled the back of her eyelids. Those shapes began to form an all too familiar face, Timmy. She could feel the tears return, but this time she couldn't stop them from falling. She thought that he would never see her again, and the last thing she would ever think about was him.

"I'm… here," she choked, trying desperately not to move so that the blade wouldn't cut her, "Help me… Help me." And then, everything in her body was consumed by trauma. Her vision of Timmy's face blurred with the unstoppable flood of tears. Suddenly, her body shut down and her mind drifted into darkness. All that was left was the hazy image of Timmy's face before it too faded into the void.