The darkness was completely suffocating, the girl ran through the street, her bare feet slapping on the cold cobbled street, she held her dress up around her waist something was wrapped up within it. Behind her an amber glow grew closer and brighter she turned down winding lanes between building crumbling and burnt out, blackened timbers rising up from the debris like jagged teeth, still smouldering. Shadows moved swiftly in the darkness, wide eyes peered at her silently hiding. She ran breathlesly panick on her face, the glow drew closer still, angry voices followed it. The young girl turned another corner, her dirty blonde hair falling out from her grey grubby hood. Then her foot slipped in something wet and greasy, something that could just be made out in the gloom as red. She slipped sideways as her legs flew out from beneath her, and rolled scratching her elbows and knees, her dress flailing open, and the precious cargo that she carried so tightly, being strewn across the floor, apples and pears and other wormy rotten fruit rolled everywhere.
"No" she cried out and began to frantically gather up the food. The glow and noises were at the end of the lane now, faces grimacing in hate, men, women holding torches rushing towards her. The girl managed to somehow collect most of the fruit, and was about to stand but she looked up. Surrounding her those angry faces teeth barred, one maliciously smiling drawing closer and closer their faces taking on inhuman features in the flickering of the flames. The people around her snapped at each other like feral dogs, their filthy hands, and unkept nails reaching for her. She closed her eyes, and tried to remember the past, the grass, and even the wind. She could almost feel the heat of the suns warmth, warmer and warmer, and a light breeze on her hair, or was it the flames and someone behind her breathing on her neck? Hands grabbed at her.

Somewhere within the city, a blood curdling scream filled the air.

Tothaza the beacon city of Monaiya, now a prison...