The child slowed as she drew closer to the thing that called itself a god, but suddenly it was gone, and a lady was laughing.  A wave of foreboding swept through the child, both a pressure from her magic and chills brought on by the words someone spoke that echoed through the room.  She reached the doorway and ducked inside, lifting a hand to shield her eyes that still hadn't adjusted to the brightness after so long in the dark.  She dropped it as the singing ground to a halt, and gasped as her vision cleared enough to made out another girl.  The other youth was maybe twice her age or a little less, and glowing with a gentle luminescence.  But she was wrapped in wires and tubes, some of them burrowing into her like parasites.

The younger child clutched her kitten doll tighter, her stomach knotting at the sight.  Who would do something like this?  No, Amuné knew the answer.  People didn't care about them.  The older girl must have magic too, and people had feared and hated her for it as well.

"Like me."  The words came out in a hoarse whisper, barely loud enough to be heard.  As the light faded, the Seer moved forward, drawn by the girl's plight, and her expression.  She knew that look.  That inability to do anything.  She knew it far too well, and the pain that it brought.  She reached out a hesitant hand, not sure if she should touch anything or not.  Those tubes couldn't be good, but she didn't know much about healing, and certainly didn't have any medicine or other supplies that she might use to do something.  Even bandages would have to be ripped from her own dirty clothing, and that would put bad stuff in an open wound.

The older girl looked weak, too.  Was she dying?  Was that why she'd stopped singing?  Cautiously Amuné touched one of the lines, trying to see how secure it was.  A prickle like static ran up her spine and made her shudder.  She knew, somehow, that the girl was important, and that she'd been stuck here like this a long time.  She traced the path of the tube to where it buried itself in the teen's upper arm, but when her fingertips brushed against skin she froze.  A moment later she yanked her away as if burned, stumbling back a few steps.  In that brief moment, images had burst into her head, a confusing blur she couldn't draw much sense from.  Dark, awful things, like the one that had beein in the other room, beating against a wall, were the thing she saw clearest.  But the wall was cracking.

"H-how--"  The child's voice voice cracked, rusty from disuse.  "How do we fix it?  Keep them away?"  Regardless of the answer, she steeled herself in case she triggered another vision and slid her hand past the tangle of tubes, to gently grasp the hand of the other girl.  "I'll stay for now," she said softly, looking back in the direction she'd come from.

Nobody should have to die alone.