Blackness. A crushing weight of suppression. There was no thought, no sensation, no awareness. All she knew was stifling, heavy blackness. She couldn't stir, or struggle, or resist, as the thought coudn't form enough for her to consider doing so.<br/><br/>Finally, after an empty eternity, the unbreakable shell cracked. She felt it, almost like a physical impact, and the oblivion began to lift, cracking, crumbling, shifting, melting. She was first aware of the sounds around her, then her body, and finally, with a massive effort, she managed to groan. She hurt everywhere, especially her head. She felt heavy, limp, and incredibly sleepy.<br/><br/>After the oblivion she had just escaped, the prospect of sleep terrified her. As she felt herself drifting off, she stirred. Her muscles were unresponsive, sluggish, and she couldn't managed to move far, but that didn't stop her from trying. She didn't remember anything about where she was, what had happened to her, or why she was moving, but the fact that she was moving, meant that mostly likely, she wasn't here alone. If there was someone around, it meant she should expect attack. There was never anyone around her if they were not hostile.<br/><br/>She tried to open her eyes, and managed only to peel them open half way. The light of the mid day sky pierced through her eyes, and she would have sworn it incinerated them. Another groan, this time of pain, tore from her and she shut her eyes again.