"Please! Leave me alone!" a ten-year-old verozean girl with purple reddish hair exclaimed for her life while running through some uninhabited places of the central market at that late afternoon.

Her eyes watered as her bare feet sank into the sand, insisting on moving away as quickly as possible from those two pursuers who followed her at the same speed.

"There's nothing to fear, young lady!" said one of them with a long smile on his mouth.

"Yes! We just want to talk!" spoke the other verozean boy, even more eager to reach the one he lusted through the vision.

The native boys had a malicious look in their eyes. It was obvious they did not aim to cultivate good intent. Instinctively, the girl only fought to achieve her safety, and without her noticing, her escape took her to unthinking corners and devoid of anyone who could help her.

It didn't take long to find herself trapped in a dead-end, and having to face her fear head-on.

Paralyzed at first, she turned around slowly.

Her heart was racing and her eyes widened with hopelessness.

"Look at that! I see you were crazy about a little privacy, don't you, young lady?" one of them asked while stamping the scorn on his face, now slowly approaching.

"This one doesn't know how to wait," the other added, surrounding the prey that increasingly leaned on the far end of the walls.

"Get... back..." the girl with dark horns babbled with trembling lips, trying to protect herself by her chin-lifted hands.

"Hehe," one grimed. "Or what? What are you going to do about it?"

With her arms raised in defense - and feeling a great deal of distress flowing through her body - the skin around her arms started to crack. Small and almost shapeless scales began to rise from her wrists as a defense mechanism she could barely control.

The girl frowned in her stance.

There, the phenomenon not even surprised the evildoers; in fact, they laughed about it.

"Hahaha!" one boy couldn’t hold his amusement. "Look at those little scales she has! Hahaha!"

"That’s so cute!" the other smirked as he approached with one arm raised. "Now, let me show what the real world feels like."

From his wrist, a powerful spiked sprung from his hand as he walked towards the girl’s direction. His menacing look only magnified that deadly weapon that came out of his hand.

The girl, at that moment, widened her eyes with that nightmare coming true.

She already knew what was going to happen. She knew what to expect. She knew she wouldn't have the strength to resist. At this moment, her feet failed, and her stature slid slowly to the sandy floor.

Her eyes could no longer see clearly. Tears distorted the image of those boys in two monstrous demonstrations that would completely violate her, and even though her arms were raised in supplication, she still felt the pressure of those male hands clenching on her fragile and restless fists.

She was lost. She wanted to die. She wanted the darkness of nothingness than to feel everything. She prayed for the brevity of forgetfulness; of the eternal bed of non-feeling.

Perhaps... death would be more inviting.