At first all is confusion...
Pain, fire, heat so intense it scorches, clothing, hair, the soul...nothing more.
A thousand voices crying out, in death, in joy in passion, in sorrow. A thousand different emotions, white heat peircing through the scalps od dead human bodies.
In the center --a female form with hair like a thousand different golden flames flowing down a form of graceful beauty. It's just an image, fearful, nightmarish, powerful, magnificent to behold. A great despair, a taint, a darkness branded to grandure, a penance branded with man's fear.
Tears scorching flesh, leaving burning trails behind. A power filling. Blood of fire. A dying ember igniting to but a candle flame, it could be so much greater....
A voice...
"awaken!"
Gasping, air burning the lungs,'till she curls in fetal position feeling newborn....
"reborn"
Quivering, muscles like jelly, unable to move for the weakness that burns the flesh
"strength, Blood of Fire"
Thought slowly creeping back, pulled back from the cries and the precipice of madnessby the beautiful voice which still rings in her ears..........
..............her eyes open to a white haze, fighting to get air into her lungs, a ceiling of stone above her, voices surrounding her, not the same as the earlier cries, but resounding nonetheless echoing from the stone walls. Slowly she became aware of pain.
Every inch of skin was sensitised, her form became one long ache...