Darkness seemed to shroud everything. Explosions rocked the place while alarms blared into her consciousness. Nightmare creatures swarmed over everything, killing without mercy. She was fighting, fighting against the creatures with a sword that was not hers. A lightsabre came down and pierced her thigh, and she cried out in pain.
She was suddenly caught in a hallway, two people speaking harshly at one another. In that hallway, she felt smothered in feelings of treachery, loss, pain, anger... She reached out to the two people, to try and stop them, to cause mediation in a conflict that had no grounds....
An explosion rocked the ground she stood upon, and she fell to her knees. Bodies were everywhere, yet in one corner a group was miraculously untouched. They looked vaguely familiar, and she got up to run to them, to give them medical aid, however...
She fell into a dark room. She could see nothing, not even her hand before her face. She cried out, but no one could hear her. She curled up and waited... waited for someone to find her. Would anyone ever find her, or was she stuck in this dark oblivion forever? Voices taunted her, darkness grabbed at her like a live thing, threatening to envelop her forever. And pain... so much pain, she couldn't stand it. She cried out, begging for death to release her. Then, she could hear a voice calling for her not to give up, for her to hold on, help was coming to guide her. She reached out to the voice, and....
The darkness swirled with light, and now she was caught in the middle of a barroom brawl. A man looking vaguely familiar was in the thick of it, a fighting grin on his face to rival that of a professional killer. She cried out as a chair swung around, about to connect with her head, when....
The sound of blaster fire deafened her. She looked about to find herself in an alleyway, surrounded by people fighting for their lives. She found a weapon in her hand, and fired shots back at those firing at herself. Her head snapped to the side when she heard a woman scream. She fell limp to the ground, and a man stood tall nearby. His face twisted with rage, and darkness swirled like a live thing about him.
Sylvana awoke with a gasp, nearly falling out from her perch on the tree. A squirrel, having been perched on her lap, looked at her startledly, and scampered off. She watched it escape, then frowned to herself. How much of this was true? How much was simply a dream? Had any of this already happened, or would it be in her future? She watched the leaves rustle about her, and let out a long, mournful sigh.