Cyanne Battins was an ordinary girl before her fifteenth birthday. Everyone was raised the exact same way but still some got more credit and things than others. Cyanne was not one of those, she was a fighter, she is an Elementalist..... Racing through hallway after hallway, she ran. Covering ground as fast as she could. She had to warn them, she just had to. Then she found the door, slamming it open and then closing it behind her. When she turned she had to stifle a scream of terror, she was to late. She started to sob but then she heard a creak but before she could turn a cold hand covered her mouth with a thin piece of fabric. She slowly slipped into the comforting darkness, letting it consume her entirely.