The glow of sunlight pulls me from the darkness. As I open my eyes a bright beam of sunlight streaming in through a gap, illuminating the inside of the tent. As I turn my head to the side, I can see rows upon rows of young children and women. Beside me is a young boy, slightly built with silvery hair, curled into a ball slowly rocking bad and forth. I roll onto my side to get a closer look at him. I wince as I try to sit up, as a pain lances through my side. The boy looks over at me his eyes, a startling bright blue with a deep gold rim, lock with mine. He quickly moves close to me, trying to help, but just as quickly as he approached, he retreated away. His eyes locked on my side, his whole body beginning to shake. I glance down and notice a growing red stain on my shirt. With a quick glance I find a light blanket and pull it up over my body. When I look back up at the boy he was staring at his hands. He had turned pale, as pale as the material of the tent, a sickly white colour. I attempt finish sitting up, grimacing as the pain in my side grows, as I come to a near vertical position my mind whirls and the world turns dark.

The flow of bright silver hair falling behind the girl beside me. She is falling. The thought struck me and before I could think again, I was lunging forward to catch her. My arms outstretched to catch her. The blanket covering her falls away as she hit my arms. The bright red against the white of the bandages and the pale grey of her skin. Panic begins to set in. Breathing becoming more difficult with intake. All my focus being consumed by the panic, the bright red covering the girl’s side. I can hear noise but cannot focus enough to figure out where or what it was. I feel some one pulling me away from the girl, but I struggles against it. Something in me is urging me to be close to this unknown girl. The thought of the girls bright green intelligent eyes pulls me from my panic enough to look around me. I can see someone leaning over the girl. She looks awful. The colour of her skin dull and her body twitching. A new panic rises in me. This girl is in danger. An instinct in me drives me forward towards this girl, pushing adults out of my way. Reaching my hand out I lay it again her skin, where the bandages had been removed. Where my hand connected with her skin a series of flowers begin to blossom. The skin beneath my hand begins to stitch itself together again. As I pull my hand away my mind clouds and the world spins. With one last glance at the girl the world turns black.