Opening blind eyes to the pure darkness that surrounded her, the warmth of the rotting air around her corpse, Xylura struggled to break free of the old coffin binding her to the world of the dead.

Nails began scrathing furiously at the metal, and relaxed for a moment before a fist broke free the lid. Layers of dirt smothered her white eyes, before they too, levitated several feet into the air.

With the light of the blue moon upon her, and the lightning at her mercy, the dark being arose with a new found ambition. He was going to pay, and all like him.

The gilded stars stared back at her with their fierce cold glow penetrating the darkness of the skies. With another stab of pain her memory returned to her once again, her eyes filled up and the visions turned to crimson. The dark force errupted as lightning struck her limbs, screaming out in the new sensation that she recognised as pain, Xylura rose form the fresh earth, in raw rage.

Blood from her palms ran down her arms, as her long nails found the sanctity of warm flesh...