Kiona was walking through a field of cornflowers. There were fields after fields that lay before her like an ocean, and as a zephyr playfully flew over the fields, the flowers swayed in gently waves. Her long silvery hair and her amethyst eyes blended in with the colours of the sea and she felt at home. The flowers danced around her, tickling her as they brushed against her body. Kiona stretched her arms out, feeling the gentle whispers of the wind, the flowers and the warm glow of the sun that radiated through her, filling her with life. She noticed her scars were gone, she had no aches or pains in her body, and she felt like she was the old Kiona; the fun, free-spirited, curious and adventurous girl. Kiona didn't know where she was, she didn't think about it, she didn't care. For it was
