The cool breeze weaved its way through Silverton's hair as she walked along the rocky path. She admired the pink petals gently drifting down from the flowered trees around her. She'd been just outside the Black Order sitting alone with her black sketchbook with pencil in-hand for about 40 minutes. She was taking a break from drawing by strolling around and enjoying the scenery. "I wonder how they're doing…" She thought as she flipped through the pages of her sketchbook. She stopped on a drawing of her, Riche, and Drek. It was a lively picture; one filled with smiles and laughter. Silverton sighed and thought back to the night; the night she abandoned them…
"Dear God…what happened?!" Silverton heard Drek's voice from within the darkness.
Silverton peeled her eyelids open. She was laying in carriage that had just stopped outside Drek's house. Her blond friend was beside her, climbing into the carriage.
"Lyssa, can you walk?" Now, Riche's voice could be heard from her other ear. "How long have you been awake?"
Silverton's mind was foggy. Her vision was blurry and her head was throbbing. She tested her mobility by wiggling her fingers and bending her arm. Her clothes were stiff, like something had soaked up and dried on them. She felt pairs of arms lifting her up sloppily as they hoisted her out from the carriage.
Next thing she knew, she was laying on a sofa in Drek's house. She had to have blacked out again at some point, since she found herself in new clothes; ones with less crust. She felt a liquid drowning her brown hair and froze. She shakily gripped onto a handful of hair and held it in front of her face to look at it. Her shaking subsided as she realized it was only water. She let out a sigh of relief and let go of the clump of soaked hair.
Drek and Riche kept trying to talk to Silverton, who wouldn't say a word. In reality, Silverton could barely hear them talk at all. Their voices were like mumbles in heavy rain. Her friends tried to give her food, but she wouldn't eat. She couldn't eat. In fact, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep food down for days; especially after what she'd seen. The images flashed through her mind at rapid speeds…
Her mother.
Her sister.
Her brother.
Spattering blood.
The floor.
The ceiling.
Silver.
Darkness.
The brunette felt her head start to spin as she toppled over.
"Hey, Lyssa!" Drek called, catching her shoulder. She started to shake her to wake her up. "Don't you pass out again! Riche, maybe we should take her back to her house. Her dad might be able to-"
Screams of terror erupted from Silverton's throat. "NO! NOT THERE!" Her voiced cracked and screeched, "ANYWHERE BUT THERE!" tears poured from her eyes like rivers down her cheeks. The flashes began again…
Her sister.
Her father.
Silver.
Her brother.
Bloodstains.
Silver.
A light.
A family photo.
Silver.
Darkness.
"Hey Silverton!"
A voice called out, snapping Silverton's head out from her intense flashback. She quickly shut her black sketchbook as she noticed her eyes had glazed over. *"Quit being so…pathetic."* She told herself. She looked up the path further to see a familiar looking figure waving his arms, trying to get her attention. She couldn't remember his name, but she recognized his white hair.
"Over here!" he called out again.
"What do you want?" she hollered in response.
The boy made his way over to where she was standing under the trees. "Hey, you need to report to Komui's office. He and General Tiedoll have a mission for you."