THIRD PERSON POV
Like a dream she couldn't wake up from, she progressed on. Every part of her pain resonated over and over bringing her back each time she was almost drowning. It had been too long, days progressing into months, reliving the same experiences of torture. She wanted to give up but her body held on. She couldn't tell why but the power within her refused to die completely.
She didn't realize until much later that maybe the spirit of her ancestors or some higher being was trying to show her something. And when she did, she opened her eyes.
Her legs and hands were still chained restricting any movement. The room was dark and desolate but within it, she could feel it- a power different and stronger than what she had ever felt. It wasn't Stoone's but something good, something
