The fire in her head blossomed and burned. The force of the fire shoved her back, deep inside. A small cave sheltered herbthere as a storm based just outside.
Lightning tumbled. Shadows danced. The fury of the storm shook her. Her body protested at the pressure in the very air.
She wanted to scream, but it seemed foolish. The storm was too loud. But just as suddenly as it had come, it passed.
She looked around. Gone was the cave. Instead, there were bodies. More than she wanted to count.
Her single step sent out a a small crimson ripple.
She realized that she was holding her breath. She gasped. The air tasted of blood.
She heard her own voice start to ask the question she did not want answered.
“What did I…”