Her eyes fluttered open…yet it felt as if they were still closed. Darkness wrapped around her, saving her from the sight of her own ghastly wound. Her breath rattled and she sat up, pain stabbing her in the shoulder. Where am I? she wondered. As she became accustomed to her new surroundings and measure of light, she noticed two men collapsed next to her, apparently sleeping. One man made a whistling noise at every inhale, the progression of annoyance much like that of Chinese water torture.

Her hands and feet were tied with thick, abrasive rope which rubbed at her wrists and ankles, nearly making them bleed. She saw a tin cup of water sitting next to one soldier. She was so thirsty – though flecks of food floated threateningly, to her it was divine. She held the cup in place with her feet, slowly lifting it to her lips for a sweet drink of…scaling liquid, like fire! It was clear like water, but tasted nothing like it. She spat it out directly, throwing the tin to the side as she did so. Surely this must be the foul alcohol these men consider their lifeblood. Revulsion rippled through her body. With a clang, the cup hit the nearby grate on the now-smoldering remains of a fire. One of the men began to stir.

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Took the "What Element are You?" quiz and got 75% Earth and 58% Holiness.
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