Sierra's POV
I was standing in the middle of the woods, with nothing around me but dense jungle and night sky gleaming through some gaps in the trees. How in god's name had I gotten here? Where exactly was here?
"Brooklyn?" I called, but I didn't hear her voice. Her silvery furry figure wasn't in my mind, which worried me. Without warning, fire sprang to life around me, igniting the trees and dead grass, large flames shooting into the air. Covering my face to protect it from the sudden onslaught of heat, I looked for a way out. When I tried to step forward to escape, my feet appeared glued to the ground.
"What?" I asked, trying and failing to pick my feet up to run. Flames were growing closer, crawling across the ground like a snake posing to attack.
"Sierra!!" someone close by yelle
