Yejide Moore's POV.

I look down at my clothes.

I'm wearing a long flowing dress.

What the hell?!

I pick up my skirts and I walk forwards.

I gasp as the grass beneath my bare feet turns burnt and black.

I keep walking aimlessly and I realise that I am walking up a hill.

I keep walking, the grass continuing to turn black.

I reach the top of the hill and I gasp at the view below me.

It's a whole city.

And it's on fire!

For some reason, I feel a sense of loss. It's so intense, that I buckle to my knees, clutching my chest as my heart starts to pound, tears, forming in my eyes.

I stand up shakily and I walk down the hill, and as I get closer to the city, the smell of burning fills my nose.

I look at the gates and they are collapsed.

I walk through them to see fruit carts overturned, the crumbled walls of buildings and the burning of flesh.

I feel like throwing up, but I hold it in.

Suddenly, I hear the crunching of footsteps.

Running, footsteps.

I turn to the source of the noise, and I see a man.

Bare chested, he holds a bundle to his chest, eyes darting around wildly, in desperation.

"Sir?" I start to call, but he yells over me.

He yells in a completely different language.

It doesn't sound like a Ghanaian language.

Or like Yoruba, the only other languages I know.

It's completely different.

He yells aloud.

He yells and he yells, seemingly asking for help.

I get closer, and my heart starts to pound, sweat forming on my brow.

The closer I get to them, the more tired I feel.

"Hey, can you hear me?" I ask.

He doesn't even flinch.

I take more steps, and suddenly my body feels heavy.

He looks at the bundle in his arms and it moves.

A baby?

He gives it a soft smile as it gurgles at him.

He speaks to it in the native language and the I get closer, still feeling heavier.

But I still feel drawn to them.

I nearly crash to my knees in front of him.

I grab his arm.

"S-sir?" I call.

He looks me dead in the eyes.

He looks alarmed.

But then his eyes soften when he takes me in.

He reaches for my face and he holds it lovingly.

"Yejide?" He asks.

I look at the sleeping baby in his arms.

Wait.

She looks familiar.

Almost like...

Me?

Before I can answer, I buckle to my knees, crashing to the floor.

My lungs feel tight and suddenly, there is a mind numbing pain.

I scream out, and hold my head, writhing in pain on the floor, as the man looks directly where my face was as he spoke.

I grab my neck, feeling the shocking pain come back.

It feels like a razor is cutting into me and no blood is coming out.

I scream and squirm, the pain intensifying.

Tears flood my vision and the razor like pain spread to my jaw, face, and then my back.

The man with the bundle walks through me, as if I'm a ghost.

As I lay on the ground, the burning on the ground spreads, until all that's left of the green in the floor around me, is gone.

Black clouds burst into my vision and I feel myself pass out.

I can't breathe.

My lungs hurt.

My chest feels tight.

But the rest of my body is numb to the point of more pain.

A blurry vision appears in front of me.

A tree.

A healthy, lively tree.

It's beautiful.

With a lovely dark brown bark and branches.

Healthy green leaves and fruit.

I roll on my back to look at.

All of a sudden...

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water?

I rub the liquid off of my face.

It's red.

Deep.

Crimson.

Red.

Blood?

But what's on the back of my hand?

A tattoo?

Blue-black, very familiar looking ink.

The mark?

It's spread!

My heart starts to thud, as I look up and I see the tree once again, the blood pour getting heavier and heavier, until I'm caked in it.

The dress I'm wearing...

Soaked.

The ground underneath me, mushy.

I just lay there. Letting it wash over me.

This...

Fruit blood.

What kind of vision is this?

***

"Ahhh!" I scream, shooting awake.

My mouth is dry and my eyes are gooey, like I've slept for days.

Immediately, arms wrap around me, while another pair, hold back my hair, using a rag to wipe my forehead.

I immediately look to my arms.

I now have a sleeve of black ink on my arm, and I feel a similar sting on my neck and ribcage.

I look at the owners of the arms all around me.

Ezra and Sol.

I look around, and I realise I'm in a cabin of some sorts.

I feel dizzy.

Ezra suddenly holds out a bucket and I throw up bile into it, shivering and hugging my knees to my chest.

I look down at my clothes and they have changed once again.

"Where am I?" I ask, my voice hoarse.

They exchange a look.

"Sol's village. In his sister Iris' room" Ezra explains.

"You passed out quicker than we expected and you've been thrashing in your sleep all day." Sol tells me.

They both look worried.

I shake my head at them.

"I need some fresh air" I tell them.

I start to stand, and Ezra catches me as I fall back into the bed.

Suddenly, Sol's phone rings, making me jump out of my skin.

He snatches it and picks it.

"Yes?!" He snaps.

Someone talks, and he gives short answers, before glancing at me then hanging up.

Sol kneels next to me.

"I don't want to leave you. But my dad is calling me. He has something that might help you and he wants me to look at it first." Sol says.

"I want to go" I say.

Sol kisses my hand.

"Recover first." He says.

I nod and I flop back in my pillow.

He speaks to Ezra privately and then he quickly leaves.

Ezra sits back in his chair and looks at me, holding my hand.

"As soon as I recover, I want to back into training" I say.

He nods.

"I'll arrange it. They should have a training grounds over here" Ezra says.

I nod and I look straight ahead.

I'm in more danger than I think.

But now I have a less of an appetite for fear.

But a taste of vengeance.

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