It was pitch black out when she awoke, skull thumping like a drum and body burning with agony. Her fingers tightened, feeling for her blanket, or tunic to curl her legs up inside, but she had no cover and her legs were aching and stiff, still wrapped in metal.
Memories taunted her frightened mind, divulging only fragments as hot tears spread down her cheeks. Where was she? Somewhere in the ruins? Was she blind?! Cocooned in this metal trap? It felt heavy, her limbs seemed leaden, but eventually, painfully, she found the will to move her hands and feel the helmet. Still long and pointed, strange to the touch, but with small eyeholes. Too small. Too tight. Too cramped. She had to get it off!
Wrenching it free proved to be as pleasant as pulling her own hair out, it was too tight, and she frantically fumbled around. Where was the clasp? The lock? She hadn’t put herself in this, it had been Hektor and no matter where, she could only feel metal shell and scales encasing her small form