She woke up with a searing pain in her side. She starts coughing, deep, involuntary coughs that make her eyes water and chest burn. She attempts to sit up, but is forced down from the pain.
Memories vaguely come flowing back.
In the whirls of smoke, she can see her master lying still. An odd, small, circular wound is in his chest. Blood slowly seeps out.
She doesn't have time to process as she hears people screaming and crying all around her. She runs out of the monastery and is hit in the face by a wall of unbreathable gray.
She can see a warm amber color rising up through the smoke, much higher than where the buildings should be.
She immediately runs over to the river and becomes aware that her hands are completely empty. Her staff, it must be back in the monastery. She struggles as she tries to decide how to precede.
A loud crack rips through the air shaking the ground. She looks at the river mouth where the Feu have their ships docked. They have started to blast bombs away into the smoke.
Franticly looking around to make sure no one is watching; she starts to move the earth effortlessly with her own hands.
She molds the ground like putty forming a new path for the water to follow.
Diverting it to go in-between the burning village center and the monastery and homes that are nestled in the mountain behind it.
The smoke swirls and vanishes out of her thoughts as a loud clang reaches her ears. She opens her eyes to realize she's in a sort of prison cell. She looks over to see a man standing silently.
Unable conceal her own surprise she says, "It's......you?"