It was dark at first. Zaya stumbled over a rock but managed to catch herself. She felt so useless.

Her heart was pumping as she entered the arena. Several eyes looked her way. Many kids were surprised, some were serious, and most were expressionless.

“Leave them,” the girl spoke in a firm tone, her expression turned rough as she looked at Aidan. She turned to Zaya, “We need to talk”

Vibrations. Buildings. Destruction. Chaos. Darkness. Death. Those were all she remembered from her most recent dreams. They were scary, but weren’t exactly nightmares. Not to 14-year-old Zaya Killian ...