Her first thought was of how warm the sun felt on her skin. Next was of how wonderful the air smelt, the soft fragrance of flowers, with the hint of salt from the ocean. She then noticed the sound of the ocean,soft and distant. Slowly she opened her eyes. She found herself looking into an endless blue sky. She was laying on her back, she could feel soft grass under her. When she looked around she could only see a field of flowers. She sat up with considerable ease, but she couldn't quite remember why she shouldn't be able to sit up. She felt the gentle breeze on her skin and realized she was nude, but it really didn't bother her. Everything seemed so peaceful, all was right with the world. She could see the field better now. She could see that she must be on a cliff overlooking the ocean. the seemingly never ending flowers suddenly ended at one point, which made sense it must be a cliff. Beyond the cliff she could see more blue sky. She looked behind her and saw great mountains in the distance. The mountains seemed almost unreal, like she was in a movie and the scenery was just a painting. Beyond the mountains she felt the first bad feeling since she had awoken. She could see a cloud of smoke rising beyond the mountains, and an eerie light was cast on the sky. Shuddering Jean turned away from the mountains, wishing to only be in her perfect field. It was then she discovered she was not alone.
"They are all dieing, and there is nothing we can do."
Cassandra turned to the voice and saw a woman who looked like she had fought her way through the gates of hell. Her long dark hair had singed edges, some places the hair was gone, leaving a burnt scalp behind. Her left eye white and blind, her right a deep piercing blue. her face was covered in bruises and cuts. As Cassandra studied her she saw the cuts turn to bruises, and her eye cleared to the brilliant blue. A small gasp escaped Cassandra's lips, but the woman made no attempt to speak any further.
She merely turned her face to the mountains again. A grimace of pain prompted Cassandra to look at the rest of the woman. She then saw that her left arm was rebuilding itself before her eyes. She had very little clothing left from what ever battle she had survived, but her modesty was at least intact.
"Who are you?" Cassandra asked hesitantly, her voice cracking as she hadn't used it in what had seemed forever.
The woman turned to her, studied her for a moment then said, "Kita" then turned back to where her gaze had been before.
Cassandra still dreaded looking at the mountains. She didn't know who was dieing, but still the idea of anyone doing so, unsettled her. Nothing made much sense, all she knew was that she and Kita were sitting in a perfect field while people died, and Kita knitted herself back together.
Cassandra began testing her body to make sure everything was in one piece. Seeing the condition Kita was in had made her a little worried about her own well being. Upon inspection she found her body to be in satisfactory shape, a bit stiff, but usable.
As she sat there she still felt an overwhelming sense of calm, and felt a connection to Kita she could not explain. She knew her own name, but not where she was, or what the battle was that was raging on without them. She felt no want to be in this battle, but worried they may have friends in the middle of it.
Cassandra hesitantly asked "The others?"
"Gathering survivors, they told me to stay here and keep an eye on you. We didn't know when you would wake."