Ariela; Twenty seven hours following her close encounter with death.

She felt like she was suffocating. Some foreign weight pressing down on her, making each breath harder than the last. In burst of sudden struggle her eyes shot open, but still she was shroud in darkness. She kicked at it with her tiny limbs, flailing about awkwardly until her head was released from the confines of the soft and downy sarcophagus that had entrapped her. [i]'Wait...'[/i] Ariela check herself hurriedly, running her hands over her body in a desperate struggle to grasp at a false truth. "I- I am..."

She had reverted. Artemis had taken it. Her old body was back, and she could feel the difference in her strength even now. She was so weak.. "How did I ever manage with only this.." She marveled at the concept of surviving in the streets of sovereign with such a insignificant sum of power. Even if had only been for a moment, she had experienced a whole new world of strength, and now she was addicted. She wanted it. She [i]needed [/i] it. Yet, no matter how many times she delved within her own mind to confront Artemis about this hunger, he was absent.

She began to feel claustrophobic, all was not well, she needed escape. Ariela burned through her surrounding in an attempt to find escape. It was rather dark, but she could tell she was in a small room. She couldn't quite remember what they were called, it had been so long since she had seen one. It started with a 'C'. Ariela could picture the image, but she couldn't find the word. She shook her head of her mindless thoughts. Their were more important things, she had to escape this- this, whatever it was. She pushed against one of the walls, light seeped through it's upper half and she thought it might be weaker than the other three. Ariela was rewarded for her wit as the wall-door slid open and revealed the room outside.

What she saw made her want to crawl back into her downy sarcophagus and hide for an eternity. The corpse of a woman lay with its head facing her. It's dead eyes peering into her very soul. The moment she saw those eyes it all came rushing back to her. She relived it all, every scream, every step, every terror filled moment. How could she have forgotten? Joanna had saved her... Had saved...

But then she remembered something else. Ariela remembered a girl. The girl who had cursed all of humanity to death. The girl who had wished apocalypse upon the world. The girl who had killed hundreds in cold blood without ever batting a lash. What she remembered was a monster. What she remembered, was [i]herself[/i]. Tears welled up in her eyes. All the hatred she had embraced for so long began filling her again, but now it was foreign. It had turned from comfort into agony. The memories of her mother, of her village, and of Joanna turned her hatred into a disgusting thing. something she should abhor. 

She had been wrong. It wasn't the world that was against her, It was the oppressors. The raiders that had burned her village. The men that had raped her mother. The men that had... ...her. The nameless faces that had broken her teeth over lead filled bread. The military that had killed Joanna...

She had been wrong to turn against humanity.. She had been wrong to turn her hatred on the innocent. she had been wrong to kill Joanna's husband in cold blood. Wrong to turn on the man that tried to comfort her moments before this whole thing began..

She had been wrong..

But she knew now what had to be done. She would purge this world of the evil's that filled it.

..and she would start with the military forces of Sovereign...

"[b]Yes...[/b]" chuckled a silent voice deep within Ariela's unconscious. [b]"We... can use this...."[/b]