The first thing I notice is the black quilted vest that fit her small figure nicely. My eyes moves to the tight black jeans, I quite like the combat boots, they are a killer. Her hair are pretty impressive. Half part of her head is braided, and packed in a ponytail. Her eyes are brown but I don't recognize her because the lower half of her face is covered.

"Now, who the fuck are you?" I demand. Sighing, I shake my head before talking, not giving her the chance to reply. "Listen, ninja, I've had a really long fucking day and the last thing I want is trouble." From sitting in the bus for hours and walking endlessly really fucked me up.

"Who I am doesn't matter," she answers as she takes a step forward. Something about her screams danger and even though I'm so fucking exhausted, I won't back down from a fight especially with this bitch that thinks she can order me around. "But what I want does."

Okay, she wants something, which is a good thing. "And what would that be? What is it you want from me?"

She stops walking and says, "Your head!" She removes her hand from her overall and tosses a dagger at me, not giving me a chance to prepare but my reflex kicks in as I raise my hand and catch it. I hold the blade and get a good look at the symbol emblem on the handle. It's not familiar but if I spend more time with it, I think I can find out where she's from.

The dagger distracted me for a while but what comes next isn't something I'm prepared for. She moves her hands behind her, reaching for something. Swords.

The men here said the same thing. They wanted my head. Yeah, I'm not a fan of coincidences and I know that one or two mistakes might be a coincidence. Now, the third is a fucking pattern. Someone put a spell on my friends to kill me. Someone did stab me. These men were eager to kill me as soon as they saw my markings. I might be wrong but I think someone is really after my life. Someone that knows who I am. Someone that know about my markings.

She charges at me but I stop the sword coming for head with the Elsword. She seems surprised when the Elsword connects with hers and the blade clangs. "Who the fuck are you?!" I question, pushing her away with the Elsword before going for her.

"Your worst nightmare," she answers as she charges at me, this time with anger. I hold the Elsword with both hands and meet her halfway. She goes for my neck while the other sword goes for my stomach. I kick the sword out of her hand before it can impale my torso before dodging the one coming for my neck.

With one sword, she grips it with both hands. She moves her right leg forward, keeping her other leg in place before bending her knees a little and turn the blade towards her side as she hold it up right beside her face. What kind of technique is that? More importantly where did she learn it?

"Your blade is special, unique and strong," she says, her eyes falls on the Elsword. "But I'm a better swordwoman!" She moves forward and I go for her, slashing the blade but before it can cut me, she bends, the blade passes her body. And I feel her knife cut through my shirt, gracing my skin.

Treta said the same to me. Special blade that I don't deserve and they think they do.

I move forward, my hand goes to my stomach and at the same time she takes the hand that's holding the Elsword and stab it. Dropping the Elsword before bringing my hand to my face to check it out. "Fuck!" I wince, reaching for the Elsword but it's gone.

"And they said you were tough." Oblivious to what I did with the Elsword, she proceeds to kicking the back of my knees, forcing me to go down before I feel the blade tearing through my calf.

I cry out in pain. Some might say I've felt pain deeper than this but they are wrong. On a physical level, I've never felt anything like this before. Yeah I've been kicked around and punched but never wound from sword fights. This feels like hell.

She grabs my hair, yanking my head back to look at her before I feel the cool surface of her knife on my neck. "You're nothing," I can hear her breathing as my eyes connects with hers. Her brown eyes reminds me of Arihmatheo's black. The dullness. Darkness. She's a killer, that, I know for sure.

I feel her move the knife, the cold blade tear through my flesh. My hand goes to my neck, holding it, trying to stop the blood rush before it gets worse and I choke to death. I know I will heal but the process, the pain I have to feel before that is not cool.

Why can't I just not feel pain at all?

She drops my head and walk past me. "Weak." I don't not see the dagger going to my thigh coming. "Pathetic." Tossing four knives. "Powerless." Before feeling the last one pierce through my forehead. I freeze before dropping to the ground.

It's going to take a lot more than a few knives to kill me but she's won this fight, I will give her this round. Next time she won't be so lucky. And I do what I do best, I say my favorite three words. "Lurytendra Azra Bycom." The last thing I hear before everything goes black is the sound of the windows breaking as they fly in.

****

This whole place looks familiar like I've been here before. Only this time, sometimes feels different. I used to be afraid of fire. Everyone knows that about me but what they don't know is that I am more terrified of the dark. Being left alone in the darkness is one my worst fear.

Walking through the fires of hell is a really good excuse to get over my fear of being burned alive, at least now I know why I was afraid of them in the first place.

There's no one here but each step I take brings me back to when I used to hide in my closet when I was kid, hiding from monsters that didn't exist. I grew up and I know monsters exist, I've seen them first hand and I know how they think because I'm one to.

I can hear their agonies through the scream. I never want to know what happened here or what's happening. I'm here for a reason and it's weird to think that I used be afraid of fire and this place doesn't scare me. The birth place of death.

My feet connects with the surface. I can feel the hotness beneath my feet but I don't feel any pain, in a way it's soothing and I know that's not normal because I feel everything else except my pain.

I halt as soon as I sight him. Now, I know why this place looks familiar. This is his home and he calls to me every night in my sleep only I don't remember when I wake. It's sucks to know that I'll soon wake up from my dream and I won't remember him until I sleep again.

Azra. The mighty dragon of El appears in my front, looking healthy as ever. The beast spreads his mighty wing, shaking his body before leaning down towards me, even this way he is still very much taller than me.

I raise my hand slowly, reaching out to touch him. I know he won't hurt me, he needs me and in some way I need him too. I don't know how to explain it but The dragon and I have a connection. I am The Raven and Lurytendra is The Dragon. We have no business to be this connected to each other and I can't figure it out because I won't remember if I wake up.

I can't communicate with him because I don't how. So I do the only I know he like, petting him.

My hand connects with his scales right between his nose. My body shudder as I feel the surge of powers pass through me. My eyes widens, so did Azra's. I can feel it, I can feel everything. It's like I'm inside his–

"Camille Raven Stark," I tense when I hear a familiar voice. "Welcome. I have been expecting you."

I remove my hand from Azra's body and he retreats into the darkness. Just like that. Bracing myself as I turn around, I know what comes next. She doesn't want me here and every night the same thing happens. My eyes meets hers but it don't stay as I scream...

My eyes cracks open. I stare into space for a while before closing it back to try and recollect what happened. I remember getting off the bus, walking the town. The diner. Getting into fights with some assholes before the whole place came after my head. And I remember her. Getting my ass kicked by her and then... And then nothing.

This is starting to be a thing for me now. Why do I have to take a moment to remember what happened? Why didn't I just remember straight away? Is something wrong with my memories too?

At this point, I think everything is wrong.

I open my eyes and hum. I don't feel any pain, which is great because those knives the lady impaled me with really hurt. It's nice to know that they aren't laced with poisonous flower. I was laying on my side before rolling on my back and pushing my elbow up before take a sitting position.

I look around where I am. It appears that I'm in a room, a fucked up one might I add. I try to shift my position to get a good look at the room but stop when I feel the weight on my hands, I look down to see chains around my wrist, my eyes goes my feet and finds chains there too, at least whoever took me had the decency to cover me up.

But I mean, chains? Really? Haven't I had enough of those from Arihmatheo.

Sighing, I lean against the wall and shut my eyes. Fuck! What's this again? Where the fuck am I?

I open my eyes and look around the room in disdain. I've had my fair share of creepy rooms. It looks like a room in a mansion, and don't ask how I came to that conclusion. The room itself is beautiful even though the bed I'm sitting on is the only thing in the room. The paint on the wall have almost peeled off and the mixed white and black lines that stained the wall just confirmed that I'm in an abandoned building.

Cobwebs everywhere. This just gives me a weird deja vu from my first night on the island.

I turn my head to look out the broken window and see the compound is big from where I'm looking, and I know I'm on the second floor. Everything about this surrounding screams haunted and the dried leaves and dead grasses are just a nice giveaway.

Standing up from the bed on the floor, I lean to get a good look outside the window. My eyes skim through dry trees but the big Willow tree catches my eyes. It's still alive. I don't even want to know what that's about, I just want to get the hell out of this place because I'm starting to feel somehow nauseous.

I move away from the window and tuck the chains from where they are connected to the wall but it won't budge. "Screw this." I raise my hands up, the chains dragging on the bed before stepping my foot on it. I try to break them apart but nothing. "I thought I was stronger than this." I mutter before reaching to touch the chains, I retract my hand because the chains burn. Taking a look at my palm to see the burn already healing.

"I should have put a warning sign on that. The chains are spelled and before you try to take a step outside the bed, you should know that you're enclosed within a boundary spell."

My eyes finds the stranger that just talked. The door behind him close softly. "Who the fuck are you?!" I demand from him.

"My name is Raymond Dark and I'm here to kill you."

Now I know everything that has been happening to me isn't coincidence. It's fucking real. Someone wants me dead. Someone is out to get me. The question is why?