She was a child again.

She ran with the consciousness of a scared child as the loose belt of her muslin gown flailed behind her.

In terror, Reyona held tightly to the belt for fear of falling over.

She just needed to get to where the light was.

Light means safety.

All she had to do was leave the crippling darkness behind.

Before it caught up to her.

When she mistakenly looked at the glass wall to her left, her terror doubled.

Her terrified hazel eyes seemed too big for her small pixie face.

Her hands and face were covered with soot.

Has it burned her already? 

In terror, Reyona...