Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24123288-20140203195732

(Okay, mini dream sequence time..)

"Mikasa!!"

Petra ran through the streets of Cheydinhal, to the practice dummies outside of the local Fighters Guild. Smoke was currently rising up from the back of the building, permeating the air and rising towards the sky.

''Shit. She's being so reckless! Does she want killed!?''

The Imperial sighed as she ran through the gate that led to the outdoor practice area. She had to shield her eyes from the glow. The Dummies were all ablaze, roaring as Mikasa sat there in the middle, watching the flames consume everything.

"Mikasa!" She called again, her fear growing as the Breton ignored her.

Has she...

''No! Don't think like that. ''

Petra ran to her friend, shouting over the blazing heat. "Mikasa! Snap out of it!" She shrieked, grabbing the Bretons shoulders and shaking her.

Mikasa looked at the Imperial, her gaze was clouded, peering into Petras very soul.

"I want to burn the empire. Destroy everything that they have created.." She mumbled in a voice that wasn't her own.

"I know Miki, you want mages to be free again, just like they were a year ago. But you can't keep burning things down! You'll get caught and.."

Petra groaned and woke up with a gasp, her breath heavy. It only intensified as she looked around and realiesd she was trapped in a cell, her weapons gone.

What the...Where..

Realisation hit her as she remembered the black, scaly hand and the Imperial screamed, not knowing what else to do.