Prologue

She ran through the crowd as fast as her body allowed it. She could not see them anymore, but she knew they were still following her. They always were. But she did not stop running. She ran through all these people. One might say that a lot of these looked quite odd, but here in Xandar no one thought this. At first she thought most of those people strange too, but she got used to it once she discovered that it did not matter how they looked. So she just kept runn- Is this a walking tree?She almost ran into a rather grim looking man, while being distracted by this creature, but she caught herself and kept going. She ran further away from the crowd of people and into a more isolated part of the city. She turned at a corner, only to be surprised by a tall figure standing at the end of the ally. Abruptly she stopped. The light reflected on his golden armour, letting her know that this was indeed one of the men who followed her. He was alone and usually they underestimated her. They always did. She thought and smirked a very confident smile. She clenched her fists and started running towards him, already feeling her power run through her veins into her fingers, waiting for her to unleash it. She send one wave of cold energy in his direction, but stopped when she realised that it was not affecting him. Not even a a bit. Her face showed exactly the confusion she felt and it made the man smile.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Did you loose your little trick?" he said in a way too pleased tone.

What had gone wrong? She was looking at her hands, as if there could've been an explanation for the failure of her powers. Just then something from behind her covered her. It was like a huge blanked, but rougher and thicker. It covered her from head to toe and in her blind rage she send her cold power everywhere she could. But it was to no use. It was like the thick fabric around her was absorbing them, making it impossible for her do reach the men outside who where now talking and at least one was holding her, so she could not escape.

How could that happen? What have they done that suddenly nothing she did was affecting them in any way? Everything around her was pitch black and she felt another wave of rage as she realised that they had her. They had finally caught her after all this time, all this running. Has all of it been useless? No. She thought. They would not get her, not like this. She would fight, she would get free and then, oh then she would show them everything she was capable of. These thoughts gave her new energy and she started to fight. Kicking and punching in every direction. Screaming rather obscene things at the men outside. She continued until, it seemed, one of them picked her up. She was startled for a second until her sense kicked in and she continued to try her best to get out of this situation without the use of her powers. The man who held her seemed to be annoyed by her struggling and she felt a dull bang on her head, making her see little stars sparkling in her sight and then nothing.