This whole place looks familiar like I've been here before, only this time something feels different. I used to be afraid of fire, everyone knows that about me but what they don't know is that I am more terrified of the dark. Being left alone in the darkness is one of my worst fear.

Walking through the fires of hell is a really good excuse to get over my fear of being burned alive, at least now I know why I was afraid of them in the first place.

There's no one here, but with each step I take brings me back to when I used to hide in my closet as kid, hiding from monsters that didn't exist. I grew up and I know monsters exist, I've seen them first hand and I know how they think because in a way I'm one to.

I can hear their agonies through the screams. I never want to know what happened here or what's happening. I'm here for a reason and it's weird to think that I used be afraid of fire and this place doesn't scare me. The birth place of death.

My feet connects with the surface. I can feel the hot surface beneath me but I don't feel any pain, in a way it's soothing and I know that's not normal because I feel everything else except my pain.

I halt as soon as I sight him. Now, I know why this place looks familiar. This is his home and he calls to me every night in my sleep, only I don't remember when I wake. It's sucks to know that I'll soon wake up from my dream and I won't remember him until I sleep again.

Azra. The mighty dragon of my grandmother appears in my front, looking healthy as ever. The beast spreads his mighty wings, shaking his body before leaning down towards me, even this way he is still very much taller than me.

I raise my hand slowly, reaching out to touch him, I know he won't hurt me, he needs me and I need him. I don't know how to explain it but Azra and I have a connection. I am the Raven and Lurytendra is the Dragon,we have no business to be this connected to each other and I can't figure it out because I won't remember if I wake up.

I can't communicate with him because I don't  know how. So I do the only I know he likes, petting him.

My hand connects with his scales right between his nose. My body shudder as I feel the surge of powers pass through me. My eyes widens, so did Azra's. I can feel it, I can feel everything. It's like I'm inside his–

"Camille Raven Stark," I tense when I hear a familiar voice. "Welcome. I have been expecting you."

I remove my hand from Azra's body and he retreats into the darkness. Just like that.

Bracing myself as I turn around, I know what comes next. She doesn't want me here and every night the same thing happens. My eyes meets hers but it don't stay long as I scream as loud as I can.

"Zai fils akuo las di Azra!" Her voice fills the cave as the sleeping bats, awakens and begins to swarm me.

I make a run for it, my heart racing as I place my hands against my ear to tune them away. "Get away from me. Get away!" I shout and the surge of energy that leave me is enough to push the bats away.

Waking up with a sharp gasp, my eyes connects with the familiar ceiling of my room in The Vale.

How did I get here?

Closing my eyes, I try to remember what happened last night. Okay, so the white woman that claims she's my grandfather's sister came and told me about her plans to kill my grandmother and destroy her home together with anyone that stands with her. I returned to the seat and watch Alicia worry about me, I, of course told her that I'm good because I don't want to pull her into any more of my drama. I focused all my attention on the pageant, out of the twenty couple that participated in the pageant, three couples came on top: Penelope and Calder came first, winning for the red house. Jessica and–

A low whimper pulls me out of my thought, I open my eyes and lift my head up to see where the sound is coming from. I freeze as my eyes widens at the same time at the sight in front of me.

"Cam... Cami... Save... Save me." I push the blanket off me and jump out of bed and rush towards her.

"No. No, no, no, no. No!" I place my hand on the Elsword and it vanishes. Jessica slumps on the ground, bleeding from where the Elsword impaled her. "Jessica, hold on. I'll get help. Hold on please." I place both my hands on top of each other to put pressure on the wound. "Help! Someone please help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs, not wanting to leave her. "Hold on, Jessi–" I look at the direction of the door and scream again. "Help! Help me, please! Somebody–" the door of the door yank open, revealing Miranda.

"Cami, I heard you scream, what's going–" she gasps when she sees me holding a bleeding Jessica in my arms. She ties the sash of her robe and rushes towards me. "Oh my God! Jessica. Cami, what happened?"

I shake my head, not knowing where to begin. "Can you help her? Please, please, please, no, not Jessica. Any– can you do–"

"Calm down, Cami. Calm down. I'll go get help," she tells me and makes a move to stand but I wrap my fingers around her biceps.

"No.. no, no, please don't leave me, please don't leave me," I shake my head as she watches the tear roll down my cheek.

"I'm not leaving you, Cami. I just have to go get help," she assures me, "I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible."

I nod and let her go. She rushes out of the room to get help while I add more pressure to the wound. "Hang in there, Jessica. Miss Mulligan has gone to get help. You'll be fine." I assure her but for the first time in my life I know I'm lying through fear.

"Jess, babe–" I raise my head at the sound of Nate's voice when he pokes his head inside. The smiles on his face fades when he sees what's going on. He enters the room and closes the door slowly. "Camille, what is going on?" He drags on.

I shake my head. "Nate, I–"

"Answer me this, did you do this? Is this your fault?" He questions.

"Nate, I'm sorry, it was an accident. I didn't know."

"You didn't know," he whispers and trails towards me, he grabs my shoulder and pulls me up before slamming me against the wall. "You didn't know? What the fuck is wrong with you? All she ever did was fucking love and follow you, and the moment she tried to do something for herself, you convinced her it was my fault that I got inside her head. You think you are so mighty but you are nothing but a murderer, how many people have to get hurt and die before you fucking get it? You are a disease, Camille Stark and everything you touch dies at first contact, you–"

"That's enough, Nathaniel." Damian stern voice comes echoing in.

"Hands off her, Nate. Now!" Dean's voice comes after.

The look on Nate's face is murderous and he looks like he's going defy the direct orders from the headmaster but he doesn't. He let me go with a promise. "If something happens to her, anything. I will kill you." Nate has never been serious about anything in his life but this moment right here, I know he means it.

He walks away from me and stalks towards where Dean and Damian are standing with Jessica choking in his arms.

****

"Lock the doors." Dean orders as we enter after Damian.

"Put her down," Nurse Grady commands and moves towards the bed.

Damian drops her down and take a step back. Nurse Grady grabs a blade from the cabinet and cut through the zebra straps cardigan she's wearing before cutting her singlet, revealing the wound. Nurse Grady pauses to inspect the wound before facing us.

"What weapon was used?" She demands.

Four pairs of eyes faces me.

"The...um... The Elsword."

Nurse Grady nods and grabs the ECG and places it around her body, the monitor beside the bed comes to live and starts beeping. "Her blood pressure is dropping," she tells us and places her hand on her forehead. "Her temperature is low and her pulse is spiking."

My eyes stays on the wound, there's a black flame-like substance oozing from the wound, it's like the skin around there is decaying with each breath she takes. "Is she going to be okay?"

"Is there anything you can do, Grady?"

"Tell us, what's going on?"

Nate, Dean and Miranda questions the nurse.

The nurse removes the stethoscope from her ear and turns to us. "I've never seen anything like this before and it's a shock because I've seen some shit, this–" she points Jessica, "is next level. The blade that was used to impale her must have been laced with poison and without knowing what kind of poison, I can't help and with what I'm seeing she's got limited time. If someone has a solution or any idea of how to save her now is the time to brainstorm, I'll try using the seven sacred herbs, let's hope that works."

"It won't," Dean answers and proceed to explains why it can't work. "The Elsword is an umbra weapon, that is designed to kill whatever stands in it's way. Jessica Cruz-William doesn't stand a chance."

"Fuck!" Nate shouts and punches the wall.

I can't listen to this anymore. I just can't, so I leave. Walking away from the infirmary, I don't get far though because Dean and Damian are right behind.

"Hey!"

I don't stop walking.

"Camille, wait and tell us what happened."

I stop and turn to glare at the both of them, Damian mostly. "You two have been messing with my life since I got here, you knew what was happening and you didn't say anything." I turn to Damian. "You know I dream about your queen and her dragon and didn't fucking tell me."

"You remember?"

"I remember? That's your fucking question, of course, I fucking remember. I was in the dragon's cave, no idea how I got there, we were bonding and she came at me like a fucking maniac, I freaked out in the dream whichever most have triggered the Elsword. I woke up to see Jessica staked to the wall. She is not going to make it, is she?"

Damian and Dean shares a look, and shakes their head. I already know what their answer will be but hearing just–fuck!

"No, she won't."