Firellia's platinum blond hair is splayed out across the rough black rocks. Her uniform baldy torn, leaving bare shoulders exposed. "Firellia!" My shrill voice struggles against the harsh wind and backround of hissing bullets. Running closer, I note how scraped and bruised the exposed skin is. And there are bits of hair by her right ear that have been dyed a gory red. When Im finally at her side I drop quickly to my knees. "Lea? An arduous moan is all the answer I get. But its enough.