Note- The first part (in italics) is a dream.
The first thing she felt was the heat. The unbearable heat that sucked away her life. The second thing was the pain- both mental and physical. She opened her eyes to see the one place she would never forget- the place that had taken so long to escape from. The deep red glow that surrounded her was the color of blood, making the stream look red like blood. She laughed- how silly of her to forget. It was blood- the blood spilled by the demons that lived here. Screams flew through the air- tortured souls eternally looking for a way out. They wouldn't ever escape. Would she? She looked at her surroundings and laughed again- and the laugh that sounded wasn't hers. It was high and cold, full of malice and anger.
No matter what anything did, they couldn't escape Tartarus. How silly of her to think she was different. Why should she escape? And then she heard his voice, ringing through the caves. You have escaped, it said. So wake up and live another day. And she knew he was right. But even though her body had escaped, a little bit of her would eternally be trapped there. The man who guarded the gate had said so- and he was right. But she still was free...
She became conscious slowly, like she was surfacing from an endless pool. She wondered where she was before her mind drifted on the river of her thoughts. She felt herself coming back to her body, felt arms and legs like they were trapped in one place. And then, suddenly, her eyes flew open, exposing them to the rays of sunlight coming in through a window overhead. The light danced through her vision, and she groaned, squeezing her eyelids together tightly. Spots of light flickered behind her eyes, not fading. A creak sounded close to her, and she squinted cautiously up.
A person was above her, and their face slowly resolved itself into a stern, pinched face that was marked by age. Pink hair was pinned up in a messy bun on her head, held in place by giant pins ended by...golden moons? The woman looked grim and angry, but she also seemed like somebody who wouldn't stop to think if a close friend was in danger. When the woman saw that she was awake, she glared at her angrily, but with a certain degree of relief mixed in.
She tried to move, but found that her body was covered in bandages. Her tongue was like lead in her mouth, but she forced it to work, determined to speak to this person.
"Who are you?" She whispered, and then fell silent, exhausted by the effort. The woman stared at her and then said "My name is Porlyusica, and I'm here to help save your life. Lot of good it'll do you humans anyway," Porlyusica muttered.
She giggled and Porlyusica stared at her. "You remind me of somebody I used to know." she murmured. The woman sniffed and walked to the door and opened it, and yelled "Come over here, Wendy!" A blue-haired girl entered the room, and the girl smiled at her.
"Hello. My name's Wendy."
"My name's Helen," she whispered. Wendy smiled at her and then placed her hands on Helen. She stared as a glow came from Wendy's hands and spread over her. Suddenly, she felt too tired to stay awake. Her eyes slowly drifted closed, and she slept again, this time without dreaming.