Her lips were parched and she was on the verge of passing out if only she could. Her skin was burning yet it wasn’t on fire, the orange glow of the fiery fire was around her but she was not ablaze.

　　The last thing she fuzzily remembered after the hands grabbed her into the dark cave was the ground of the cave splitting open and she was dropped inside the deep crack.

　　Then Amelia Whittaker woke up, chain to an iron post in this underground ...