Janette was released, but by then she had passed out, so she just crumpled to the floor.
"No scar there. Now, you. For that: lashings." The guard turned to Grazen, and his colleagues recovered.
In her head, she awoke to the feeling of the wind, and the sound of children laughing. She looked around to see a beautiful field, a clear blue, sunny sky, and the sound of birds tweeting. In front of her were two young children playing tag, but they had wings. White, feathery wings.
Then a voice caught her attention.