Don't Kill Your Heroes

Prolouge

Maya is in a small forest, she don't quite know why, but that's where she is. She looks around, feeling cold blowing on her face, back, and bare arms.
Wind. Winds blow from all around her. When she looks down to see what she's wearing she sees a tight, black suit, sleeves cut off, slight cuts in the fabric. Nicer then anything she's ever worn before.
The fabric is soft ageist her skin, but it's not the only thing touching her.
Earth. Earth is all around her, beneath her boots, scents of it floating in the air. In one hand, she holds deep purple fungi. It tickles under her hand, then she realizes it's not tickling, it's burning.
Fire. Fire burns in front of her. A camp fire, she guesses. Beside the campfire lays a guy. He looks about 18. Though she can't move around, she can feel a deep love for him. She can feel that she wasn't to protect him, no matter what. He is her everything. She hears a stream off in the distance, probably so they don't get dehydrated.
Water. Water she relates too. Water, cold water she assumes. She loves the water, not that there's very much of it anymore but she still loves it. She wants to smile but she can't, still frozen, the whispers from around her slowly getting louder.
Spirit. Spirits fill this place. She can't tell why but she can feel each one, telling her stuff she doesn't understand. She feels her own spirit too, and the one of the peaceful sleeping guy. From this she can tells he's kind, warm, funny, but he has a darker side. He doesn't quite like to kill but he likes to fight. He likes it when his adrenaline rushes and all he knows is the sounds of his beating heart and the breaths of his opponent.
A scream rips through the peaceful moment, making her ears ring, then a flash covers her eyes, causing her to only see white. She still can't move, she doesn't know what's happening, and then there was nothing.