“Are you all right little one?” There was no rain, no sign of any clouds in the sky but yet she was soaked to the bone, and freezing. Coming to realization she started shaking, gathering herself up in a small ball trying to catch warmth from whatever heat was left in her body, and saw that there were arms wrapped under her, carrying her like the child she was. Dazed, she couldn't remember how she got here and who this person was but she felt safe, almost as if this person was her mother that was carrying her. All life rushed into her as her eyes went wide with shock and sorrow, tears welling up in the corners ready to burst. She yammered a few words, “Ma, ma,..” but couldn't bring herself to say it. A surge of heartache went through her body as she remembered the flames, the scorching heat she could feel flash across her cheeks as she tried to run into the rubble, to wherever her dead mothers' body lie. Before she could think of it anymore, the arms soon released from under her in place of hands, cupping under her arms raising her up into the light of the sun. Surprised, the thoughts washed away and in place of her flashback, was a man. Kisku awoke suddenly, her heartbeat racing in her chest as the remnants of the dream were fading away. Her vision blurred a bit from her eyes opening so quickly and the bright sun shining through the windows of the guardians conservatory made it even harder to keep her eyes open. She moved her head away from the stone pillar that had held her head up when she had fallen asleep and stood up, stretching out all her tight muscles in her body that was stiff from the uncomfortable position she was in when waiting on the hard metal bench. Sighing after, she squinted her eyes, the sun still too bright and put a hand up on her head blocking it a bit as she looked up, trying to see how far the sun was down and calculating how long she had slept. It was past early morning and it looked to be almost noon, Kisku couldn't help but feel worried. It's been years since she had last had that dream, and every single time she couldn't remember a single thing about it. When she brought it up to her most cherished Guardian, Alistaire, one day, he would only tell her that it was best not to remember it at all. It would only cause her unwanted distress. With that, she did as he told her, thinking nothing of it because if a Guardian believed it was not good for her, then there is no point in arguing. Lowering her hand from her head she looked over her shoulder to the glass doors, expecting for it to open at any moment now. Getting antsy, she bit her lip and her face scrunched up in uneasiness, she couldn't help feeling this way. Despite that she usually arrives at the training meeting earlier than usual, it was now well past the meeting time and neither of the Guardians were here or even Nabi. Without another second thought or thinking the worst had happened to all three, she ran towards the doors and threw them open, trying hard not to be too aggressive with them and took a step outside. She felt the warmth and cool breeze flow through her light blue dress. The city of Loerom was already bustling about with merchants on every alleyway of the clustered stone city, yelling out special deals and advertising their items to the potential customers. Looking around as she started walking down the steps into the market square, she searched for a familiar face in hopes that her assumptions would be proven wrong.