[center][color=B47B84][h2][i]Sera Makatza[/i][/h2][/color]
Interacting with: Nenra [@Amethyst]?[/center] 

[color=B47B84][i]Where…[/i][/color]

Her eyes were closed tight, her forehead firmly placed on the stone floor. The noise around her was muffled, almost as if she was choosing not to hear it at all. The image of the large men at the front of the room was fading away but the cries of the other women remained. One was stripped… another forcefully dragged across the room and ridiculed. The beating of her own heart sounded like a drum in her head; it grew louder and faster until it drowned out every other possible sound.  The world began to collapse around her, giving away, until suddenly… there was nothing left at all.

[color=B47B84][i]Where… am I?[/i][/color]

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There she was, standing in her village. A village that she hated but couldn’t escape.  All of their eyes were on her; the words they spoke were like daggers piercing her skin. They were afraid of her. She knew why. [color=B47B84]”But it was an accident…"[/color]

A large hand wrapped itself around her arm, yanking on it to pull her body in his direction. She prayed for this, for a different fate, but this is not what she meant. [i][color=B47B84]Pyrus… why do you curse me.[/color][/i]

The journey to her new home felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than a week. She shared the road ahead with a few other terrified looking souls; were they terrified of her, or were they terrified of what came next? Their scared faces, they were too familiar. The girl could feel a well form in her stomach, she didn’t want to be with them anymore. How could she escape them? [color=B47B84][i]...set fire to the carriage.[/i][/color]

[color=B47B84]”No. You can’t. I won’t let you."[/color]

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[color=FFFFFF][b]”Who are you talking to, sweetheart!? You best watch your mouth or you’ll end up like your friends."[/b][/color] The sound of the Drakkan’s booming voice above her head was accompanied by a swift toe kick to her side. Sera winced as the action ripped her from her daydream, her hand quickly replaced where the Drakkan’s boot had been and clenched her side. The girl’s head rose slightly off the floor, her fiery red eyes meeting with the beast’s above hers. She was confused, she thought she had done everything right. She knelt, she put her forehead on the ground, what else did they want?

[color=FFFFFF][b]”Come on, lass. I ain't got all day, get up and get going!”[/b][/color] The Drakkan barked at her as he reached down and forcefully grabbed her arm, pulling her off the ground and shoving her toward the rest of the group as they were ushered out of the hall. 

Sera clumsily fell toward the group, accidentally bumping into a brown haired Gem with golden green eyes. She looked up at the brown haired Gem with a concerned look on her face; swallowing heavily she managed a one word apology before turning and joining everyone else. Sera observed the group around her, noting that some of them were already forming some degree of companionship. The idea of [i]companionship[/i] seemed nice, but she knew it was an unrealistic venture for her to pursue. [color=B47B84][i]I would just end up hurting them…[/i][/color].

[color=B47B84][i]You don’t need them, Sera. Think about how they have treated you in the past, like a caged animal waiting to be trapped… and look, they got what they wanted. You will never know freedom again. Gems, pathetic and weak.[/i][/color].

Sera’s hands tightened together, her face twisting into an melancholy stare. She knew that Serafine was right, but as always she struggled to admit it. She had been cast out by the ones she loved, by the ones who were [i]supposed[/i] to love her. Everyone gave up on her…They all watched as she was ripped from her home, not a single person even left their house to offer a comforting look. In a village full of people, she was alone. In this place, she was alone. Serafine was right, Gems were pathetic and weak.

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The day had been long, all the Gems were forced to learn about the Drakkan Gods. It was clear that the beasts were attempting to purge any hope the Gems had in their own faith’s. The Drakkan wouldn’t have to try hard; Sera had given up on Pyrus many years ago when she was gifted with the ability to manipulate Fire. A curse, she called it, rather than a blessing. She did not always think that way though, there were times when she found herself believing it was gift to be treasured; Serafine surely enjoyed it.

Once the teachings were over, everyone returned back to the hall. The same food was laid out on the tables and Sera followed her same actions as she had made earlier. She crossed the room sheepishly, plated her food and found a table with the least amount of people to sit at. Sera's burning eyes stared at the food and though her stomach ached for sustenance, she did not eat. Instead she laid one arm on the table, cradling the side of her head in the joint as she watched the finger on her opposing hand lightly draw circles in the table.

Sera’s mind emptied again before it was suddenly filled with images of her playing as a little girl in her head. She could hear [i]his[/i] voice; his laughter echoed in the valley. A slight twitch of a smile appeared on her face before it was quickly ripped away when [i]his[/i] voice began to writhe in pain. It was screaming. And there it was, the smell of burning flesh… 

Her eyes widened and her hand retracted away from the table. She rose her head quickly from her arm and frantically looked around the room she was in. There was no valley. There was no laughing. There was no [i]fire[/i]. There were was nothing but sad looking souls gathering to eat another well prepared meal.

[color=B47B84][i]It wasn’t real…[/i][/color] she thought to herself as she felt her racing heart begin to calm. Sera’s arm returned to its original position, her head sinking back into its joint. She then noticed the circular scorch marks on the table. She had burnt it while drawing. Her fiery red eyes stared at them, hoping she wouldn’t be punished for it.

[color=B47B84]”Look at what you did.”[/color] 

[hider=Summary and Footnotes]Please note that all Sera's colour code text in quotations is her actually speaking aloud in the room she is present in. Even though she is in a "daydream" or "delusion", when she speaks, she speaks in the present. It will often appear as though she is talking to herself.

The scene opens with Sera being in the dining hall and afraid of what's happening. Shit then gets a bit cray. She returns to reality. Some more cray. End scene. [/hider]