Torine saw darkness and flashes. Flashes of blurred images and distorted sounds, she didn't need to see or hear them clearly she knew what they were. The same images that came to her in these dreams, no, not dreams; nightmares. They always started happy, flashes of red hair flowing in the wind accompanied by laughter and a voice, HER laughter HER voice. "Torine, come on," the voice laughed happily. "Lets fly," she would say smiling and continuing her laughter.Then the images and sounds change. Fire crackled around her, distant screaming could be heard, followed again by the voice. "Torine, come on, lets fly," the line repeated no longer joyful but now scared. The red hair flowed wildly standing out against the flames surrounding it.Again the sounds and images change. The red hair has dulled slightly, no longer flowing and is heavily knotted from being unkempt. A sob surrounds Torine again followed by the voice, cracking from the sorrowing, "Torine, come on, let's fly."Once more they change. Scared yet determined the line relays, "Torine, come on, let's.." The words are cut off, replaced with a pained scream and the red hair falls and stop completely

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"Rosa!" Torine wakes to shouting, tears pouring down her face. Sitting up she wipes her eyes before examining the room. It took a moment for reality to set in as she realized where she was. The small shabby room she was renting seemed even smaller and void as the feelings that followed the realization that those memories were a centuries ago, grew. Pulling her knees to her chest she allowed herself to sob for a short while, before pulling herself back together, standing and heading to the bathroom sink. Turning the water on she heavily drank straight from the faucet.

Once her thirst was quenched she looked at her reflection. Her usually violet irises were a prominent red, something that happened when here emotions were on the run, under her eyes were puffy with a pink tinge to them. Her hair, down laying to one side, was wavy beginning to show it's natural wildness. Looking away from herself she reached for the brush, that lay on the sink, quickly running it though her hair before splashing water on to her face. It was quiet in the room, she needed sound anything to drown out the painful memories. She looked out the window it was still pretty dark but it wouldn't be long before sun rise. So she reached into her bag grabbing a grey crop top and pulling it over her wrapped chest and rushed out the door carrying her bag along with her worn leather jacket.