'Lleannen!!!'
The flames licked at her legs and torso, people surrounded her, fighting and pushing each other back. She gasped in the heat, sweat pouring down her body. Through the smoke of the fire she could see a still figure, a sword held high above their head. She tried to move towards the figure but it was no good. The flames were getting higher and encirlcled her completely. Besides, she was firmly bound.
The sword was unsheathed, the blade glowing with it's own light. People in the crowd began to move towards the figure, trying to reach the sword. The light grew brighter and brighter, until it engulfed even the flames that burned in Lleannens eyes. The heat was unbearable, the smoke flowing into her lungs with each breath, the cries of the people and the cracking of the fire drowned her, and still the light of the sword grew brighter and brighter....
'Lleannen!!!!'
Lleannen kept her eyes closed. She had been sleeping fitfully for days, her legs covered in sand, her wings stretch over her back and head to keep her shielded from the sun. She was gathering her strength, trying to cast her memory back before the fire, before the swords light... but there was nothing but darkness.
All she had was the sword. She had found it on the first day, when her eyes were still closed, her hand had brushed against the hilt. Now she lay with the sword pressed against her body, the metal cool despite the hot air. She was thankful for it, and clung to it while she dreamed.
The light was fading, she could feel it growing cooler. The heat of the days and the cold of the night were all she had to mark the passing of time. Soon she would have to move, she needed water and food. Soon... soon...
She began to drift into sleep again.