<br/><br/>She believed that the end was near when the group surrounded her, and her energy finally depleted. The last thing that she remembered before passing out was the sound of a woman’s voice, one that held authority. She could only hope that she had found the help she needed before the darkness surrounded her, the lovely darkness that cocooned her now weak body. Only faint sensations reached her through the darkness, from having herself lifted and touched. The moments that she was completely surrounded in darkness felt welcoming, as if she truly was dead, and gone from this world, but what got her heart racing was her memories.<br/><br/>Bodies laid out about her, the bodies of the children used and covered in filth. Seed of men, gore and blood soiled their bodies. The only face that could see among them all was the face of a young elven girl, light blue green eyes laid open and dull, lack of life. Her own body felt soiled and defiled as she looked onto her sister, Jasith. Unable to keep her emotions under control, she cried till she felt sick, and took on the young girl within her arms. The body felt so light that it lacked any soul and life that it once had. The little girl within her arms was full of so much fire and life, she would challenge her father at times and tease everyone  with her jokes and pranks. The young soul before her would sneak in to just be with her, when no one else was allowed to join her. The small hands that held her own, the hugs that were given, it was all gone now.<br/><br/>Pain other than the wounds she felt seep through her heart, causing it to throb in ache and loss. All of their souls spoke to her, screamed and pleaded for her to bring them home, bring them back to their lost loved ones. It all over took her mind as she slept and dreamt of them all, the war that stained her once innocent eyes. Despite the dream built upon memories and the spirits of the dead, everything felt real to her, causing her body to quiver in anger and feel their pain, the pain of the dead. It all felt very similar to a vision, that she kept herself within the confines of torment. She heard them all, their needs and wants.<br/><br/>One other voice that reached her through her dreams was her father, urging her to run and not turn back. The sight of his body along the wall drew her, but something else, a dark shadow looking over him, as if it fed off of his soul. She was frozen still in place as she looked upon the sight, now realizing that the creatures that came over her city are similar to Locust, devouring everything. “LEAVE US ALONE!!!” She screamed out to the shadow like creature, only having it surround her and everything about her. Unarmed within her dream, she runs, trying to fight off the shadows, only to find it overcome her senses and logic. It was becoming harder to breath as she felt the darkness surround her again, taking it as a sign that she was finally dying or being taken by this unknown phenomenon. Fighting it till the end, she soon found herself waking slowly.<br/><br/>Her breath came to her rasply as she feels her limbs now start to ache and throb from her wounds. Eyes slowly opening to the sound of voices about her, she looked up to see the ceiling of some unknown building. Caught completely off guard, she gasps and jerks up quickly, having her form stiffen from the rush of pain from her movements. Gasping out softly she winces and sways lightly from moving too quickly. She looked about the room quickly to realize she is not alone, a woman and a man watched her closely. “ Who..wha..where am I?” she asks hoarsely, only to roll her eyes back slightly to slump back to the plank, finding it hard to breath from shock as well as from the ache within her body.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes yet again, just resting there as she felt the sheet that covered her slide slightly about her chest. “ I-..I need to go to the council..”she groans softly to struggle and push herself back up. “ Don’t try to move…” the man beside her spoke gently, lightly pushing her back down. “ You are too weak to move and you do not want to aggravate your wounds even more…” The mans voice held firm and yet gentle as he nudges her back down again, trying to calm her. “ I..there is no more time left…” she whispers with a faint whimper, finding it hard to go by his instructions and hands, she clearly showed that she needed to get to the council, despite her wounds and weakness. “I have to go…” she pleads, pushing up only to be held down against her will.” Please calm down miss…” with his large hands gripping onto her wrists, he holds her there trying to  keep her from hurting herself.”They are  dying…I have to save them..” she gasps out with a cry to the sensation of her shoulder, feeling more of the pain that filled her limbs. “ Calm down! Or I will need to sedate you..” he warns only to have felt her limbs go limp, quivering a little now as she is held there. Now coming to his terms yet still fighting against him she then noticed the woman looking straight down to her.<br/>