I ran for it. The guards were noticeably faster than me but I kept running. I had made it about three houses down the road when they surrounded me. They all had guns at their side, but they didn't use them. "Put your hands up!" They all stated together. "Screw you, if I'm going down, I'm going down swinging!" I made a run for it and pushed one of the guards. Instead of using their guns they all chased. I turned into an alleyway and was cut off by soldiers in black. The other soldiers followed into the alleyway. I busted through a door to my right. I heard gunshots but No soldiers followed. When the firing calmed I look out of a window and all of the white suited guards were dead, all of the black suited guards except one lived. They walked towards the door. I hid in a closet beside the window. I heard them enter the house, walking by me. When I thought they were gone I jumped out of the closet and tried to run. I made it out of the door and ran into a guard. They fell and their helmet came of, they didn't react, they just stared at me. The face looked so familiar. But I couldn't figure out who it was. They face floated in my mind, scanning through my memories. The face didn't match any faces in my database of a mind. Then it clicked in my mind. The letters floated but didn't form any words. But the formed a name, Erica. By the time I recognized her, she was pulling me away from the alleyway. I snapped back to reality and ran with her. We made it to a field and stopped. The grass was dead and the sky had grown dark. I tried to ask Erica What was happening but as soon as I opened my Mouth, the wind picked up. A lot. It was a challenge to stay on my feet. Erica motioned for me to follow her. We ran for what seemed like half a day and found a cave to hide in. "What's happening?" I asked. "He's coming" she replied fearfully.
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Blast
FantasyShe wakes up in an unknown place, no memory of anything, not even her magic power. Could it all be part of the damage of the blast, or could it be something else? Who knows? Not her. Not the darkness. Who?