Zandra traced her finger along the scars that littered her lover’s body. A long one, probably from some type of cat, jagged across his stomach area and to his breast. It was reddish, but fully healed. At the breast, another one intersected it and then traveled to his shoulder. It was light and almost straight, more likely from a stone ax then a wild animal.

A hand clasped her wrist. She lifted her eyes from the scar, and met the ones’ of her lover. He pulled her against his body and sneaked his arm around her midsection. Zandra slid her hand down his stomach, gave him a pull, and wiggled out of his grasp.

“See you soon,” she said. With a snap of her fingers, her clothes dissolved into the air and appeared on her. The pants, black leather of an unknown animal, clung to her every cure. Her black leather shirt held swirling patterns of gold that seemed to be a symbol. A cap, flung over her shoulder, flapped in the breeze that flow under the brown leather tent door. Golden brown hair flowed to her ankles.

With another snap, a black portal appeared. Waving goodbye, she stepped through. And was swept away.

A wind had swooped her in and dragged her along a wind tunnel. The tunnel’s winds carried gravel that dug into her skin, producing red scrapes. But she only felt a slight uncomfortable feeling. Her headlong flight lasted forever, but never. Soon, she arrived.

The glacier blue eyes of her parents were the first things she saw when the tunnel deposited her on black space. Her parents sat on thrones suitable for their status, facing each other. Her mother’s was glowing white crystal with plants and animals carved into it. Her father’s was black crystal that sucked all light into it. Haunted souls seemed to reach out of it.

Zandra stood up and looked her mother in the eye. “Mother, why am I here?”

“Because, you did the thing we told you not to.” Said her mother.

“And you need to be punished,” added her father. A ring of coldness encircled her neck. Looking down, she saw a chain of gold links. And then the winds came back…and you, the reader, will not find out what happens to her unless you review.