Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-24260323-20140517174754

Running as quickly as Argent's legs could take her, Ferron found herself near the cliffs surrounding Beacon where the initiations were held.

Not wanting to search aimlessly, she sat down on the grassy field waiting for Argent to arrive to help increase search efforts, and with nothing better to do, she began to contemplate the entire situation.

"Were we the only ones affected? How long would this last? Are we the only victims?"

The wind began to pick up as the blades of grass began to bend towards one side, and clouds began to unobscure the morning sunlight. It was a view that she was unaccustomed to after years going from battlefield to battlefield.

It felt like a long forgotten home.

Noticing someone heading towards her, she turned and saw Argent arriving on scene.