She opened her eyes and blinked slowly. It seemed so bright it almost stung. Sitting up slowly, her hair slid down her shoulders. Who was she? What was she?

Wait, "What am I?" She shook the thought out of her head. What kind of question was that?

She reached back to touch what felt like bone. Her wings, she had wings! They didn't look beautiful, they looked burnt. Her flesh was exposed and her wings look badly hurt. She winced in pain when she delicately touched them. Sighing, she looked around to see she was in dirt, ropes around her wrist and ankles with interesting, she paused. She lifted her arm to look closer at her wrist. Chains. They were chains.

She went to take off the chains when suddenly her head hurt. She was running in a dark place, breathing frantically. She remembered wanting to see light, "God help me find the light," she heard herself think.

Just like that, the memory faded and once again she was alone in dirt. She looked around and saw nothing but trees. What was she to do now? She wondered.

She stood up, but her legs seemed wobbly. Get up and move, she thought. She took a few steps and fell against a tree to help hold her up. The only thing she could remember was her name. "Arakna, I am Arakna." She said to herself as if trying to convince herself. A tear slid down her cheek. She touched it in confusion. Do angels cry? No, she is no angel. What was she? She didn't understand her tear, she felt nothing but confusion. Now was not the time, she had to push forward and find shelter. From here on forward, she didn't know how difficult it would be, what she would learn, but one thing she knew was that she no longer had a home.