Lokelani Dekaria was, aside from her unusual name, a rather normal yet driven person, at least according to herself. Driven in the way of "A good horse doesn't jump higher than it must.", which was her usual reply to someone that told her she should do something else than lazing around. And just to be extra witty, in case someone still argued back, she would say: "And a horse in the wild, a good and natural horse so to say, doesn't jump. It seeks the shortest way around the obstacle.". Her friends thought this funny, her family didn't care. She never found herself in a situation that forced her to act. And so people just thought that she never would. People thought "This girl will never find the motivation that would do her good."

How wrong they were.

What they didn't know was, that, deep inside this unassuming girl, a fire, no more than a spark, was waiting for the opportunity to latch on, to start a fire, a havoc, to prove everyone that she could act, when needed to. And maybe even more. If only just a bit.

It was a Saturday. The sun stood high, the summer heat hammered mercilessly on the dark gray surface and the windows of Lokelanis apartment. Everything was in place, from the broken TV, that fell off its small table, to the dripping tap. Dust settled on the untouched bookshelves that had only a meager amount of schoolbooks that weren't given back to the schools owning them fast enough. No family pictures decorating the mantelpiece above the still warm fireplace.

Only one thing was missing.

The mop of black hair, which could usually be seen dangle down the side of the couch, was missing. And neither was the person attached to it there. Nothing, aside from the fact that no one ever would expect her anywhere outside of this apartment, suggested anything bad happened. No friend that would come over, no family that would call her. Maybe if someone climbed through the half open window and took a look at the key hook, they'd notice that there still was a key for the front door. And even in this unlikely scenario this person would probably think that the owner just forgot it there, not giving it any more thought.

It would take some time for anyone to notice and then suspect that maybe something did in fact happen.

Somewhere else...

It was a dark cave. So dark, one couldn't see their hand in front of their eyes. Even thy typical slow sound of dripping water could be heard. Or at least 5 minutes ago that was.

Currently, however that cave was nothing like its usual self.

First of all it wasn't dark, but brighter than a normal clouded day would be. The wet walls where, as long as they weren't melted away, reflecting the light of a flame. A flame bright enough, it would hurt to look directly at it.

Secondly it wasn't silent, but loud. Very, very loud and hectic. Exploding walls, roaring and rumbling and a high-pitched scream, obscured the once relaxing silence.

And last but not least, a creature that seemed very out of place. Not the dragon-like being, that was spitting fire, capable of melting stone walls, but a monkey like being. It had no hair other than on its head and wasn't running on all fours, like most monkeys did.

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It was human.

And it was loud.

"Aaa- Haaa- Heee- Eeelp- Mee- eeeEEAAAAHHH!!!"

It made weird and intimidating sounds. And of course, even if unintentional, it made the winged T-Rex even wilder. It opened its maw wider and wider spitting out more and more flames after the running human. It was irritated by the sudden appearance and by the fact that a creature like this was even here.

The human on the other hand didn't have such, comparatively, calm thoughts.

Where am I? How did I even get here? This can't be real! Why is there a dinosaur—wait, why is there a dinosaur spewing fucking fire?! Dinosaurs don’t breathe fire! How is this possible? What kind of nightmare is this? How can a dinosaur even exist and alone breathe fire? I wanna do that too- And why is it chasing me? Why me?! What did I do to deserve this? How do I escape? Is this some kind of hallucination? Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming! But it feels so real! The ground is shaking, my heart is pounding, and the heat from the flames—it's all too real! Oh my god, what if this isn't a dream? What if I'm trapped here? How do I get out of this alive? What should I do? Where do I go? Oh my god- Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod-

Let's just say the human wasn't exactly in their brightest moment.

And still, even though the humans thoughts were racing, her body moved on instinct, dodging the flames, getting cover, taking corners as much as possible and keeping her running, no matter what, way beyond her bodies limitations.

Her breath had run out, her feet didn't, and other wounds didn't even leak blood anymore, her head hurt, her skin seared. She couldn't see, couldn't feel and couldn't hear anything other than the storm of fire, claws and scales, death in short, behind her.

And still she exerted more, ran faster, jumped longer. Even though she couldn't see she navigated the tight tunnels, seeking out the smaller ones, too narrow for the beast behind her to catch up.

More than once she thought of just giving up, collapsing. Just a fleeting thought, dismissed near instantly.

She would live, even if her head gave in, her feet fell off, or her heart burst out of her rib cage.

The monster roared angrily, while trying to get in especially tight tunnel. Its big body pushed forward, while its melted the walls and floor. A loud crack resounded and just a second later the ceiling broke in.

Luckily the human was already on the other side of the rubble that fell, escaping death by the skin of her teeth for the umpteenth time.

With the rubble blocking its path, the lizard didn't immediately follow. But that was not the reason why the human suddenly sopped.

Before her was a new source of light.

Engraved in the ground was a large circular pattern. Large circles framing the whole thing, while on the inside many different, almost letter like, structures were drawn. It seemed occult, almost freakish.

But at the same time the engraving had something about it that made the human get some warmth back. Feeling something nice and comforting for the first time in what felt like a millennium, she stepped closer to it. With every step she got warmer, almost forgotten was the raging ball of death just behind her, now that it had finally broken through the rubble.

The Human spun around just to see a huge claw.

When she came to again she was lying on the floor, blood splattered everywhere and pooling below her. Her chest was ripped open. Literally. Ribs poked out of the burning flesh and a cold spread in her stomach. A cold that she only experienced once when she nearly choked, seconds away from death.

But no matter how similar one thing was different. Back when she nearly suffocated it felt bad. It was feeling the body die ultimately. 

This time the feeling was much stronger, as if her mind was simply refusing her bodies death.

And there was something else, a new feeling, or rather sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. it felt welcoming, almost as embracing an old friend. And while impossible to explain, her mind instantly understood what it was.

Power.

The power to come out of this situation alive.

And then, begging her mind and body to respond to her will, reached out for it.