Eyja felt herself falling. Then she hit something hard. It was cold and dark. Noises rang around her, most of which she couldn't place. A man was talking, metal brushed against metal. Then something clashed and everything was louder. What was happening? Where was she? Her body was splayed on the ground, red hair tangled. She felt so empty.

In her minds eye she saw her grimoure. It was tattered and torn at some places. Had she done this? No . . . definitely not. Slowly she tried to reach it but somehow couldn't. The noises grew louder. First she felt heavy, then, after a while, she felt pain. Something was very wrong within her but she couldn't place it.

Her head hurt.

She reacher for it and noticed her arm wouldn't move. When she forced it to it seemed heavy. Frustrated she tried opening her eyes and as she did everything was blurry. What was going on? Why were there so many flashlights? Sirens? Blinking Eyja slowly lifted her head. Dizziness made her pause her efforts. Gradually she managed to lift her upper body from the ground. Sitting there, dazed and confused, the witch took in the scene taking place, not yet comprehending what was happening.