Incarnate

Running. That's all I could do, that's all I needed to do.

I didn't even know from what it was exactly I had to run from, or why for that matter. All I knew is it would be very very hazardous if I was caught.

All around me, everything was a wreck. It looked as if it had once been beautiful, it had to have been. Granite walls strung with ripped paintings, hall tables with expensive looking tarnished and cracked center pieces on them and marble floors that had to make a lot of noise when your shoes moved on them- which is probably why I was barefoot. It was the fallen house of a great empire, a shadow of what it should have been.

As I turned a corner blindly, arms grabbed me. The rough cloth of the sleeves around me scratched my bare arms. I wanted to scream and I would have if a hand haden't smothered itself over my mouth. Instead I settled for crying as the arms dragged me back. Back to what I had been so desperately running from.

* * *

Stasia had never led a remarkable life and- she knows it. She was a high school student who had a decent home life, two loving parents and got pretty good grades.

But when mysterious strangers pop into her life she finds out 1) that her past is more shrouded than she could ever think and 2) that she might have just been wrong about her life is anything but unremarkable...