Darkness.

Black shadows poured from the walls of the room and surrounded her, blinding her eyes and making her stumble.

She felt the cold handle of the sword under her hand but she couldn't see it. Reaching out, she tried to make sense of where she was.

Her hand touched something hot.

She jerked back and quickly stepped forward. The shadows hissed as she moved and she could here more of them seep through the walls.

Shivering as the shadows cold aura surrounded her , she reached out and touched the warm thing again. Suddenly a blazing heat spread from her arms to her body and the shadows around her disappeared.

Shocked, she removed her hand form the thing and immediately the shadows reformed around her. Quickly she ran forward and wrapped her arm around the item.

Immediately, it lit up.

It was a scepter.

She gasped in awe and watched as the light from the scepter swept across the room disintegrating the shadows until sunlight poured in from the windows. She stared at the scepters intricate swirls and pulsing yellow orb and suddenly heard a voice calling her.

"Siara, Siara..." it whispered. She stared at the scepter and realized the voice was coming from the orb.

Suddenly the orb started to glow brighter and brighter and soon she was engulfed in light. Her feet lifted off the ground and he screamed for help but her voice wouldn't work. Her body started heating up and she felt the scepter's magic bond with her and power surged through hands.

She could feel heat emitting from the room around her. She was holding the scepter but this time it had changed. Fired danced around the orb and light swirled around the metal in her hinds. Suddenly, she felt a sureness spread through her body and she immediately knew what she was holding.

The Scepter of Light.