Hanna placed her hand on the cell wall. A dark glow filled the prison. Fire filled her mind.
She closed her eyes, remembering the voice. A friend. A mentor.
Opening her eyes she found herself standing over a silver haired mage in blue robes.
"Why?" She asked, voice braking. Her hand shook.
The mage looked up at her, forgivingly. "You must." He said. "One of us must survive…"
He placed a hand on her arm as she sank to the ground.
"Why me?" Her whole body shook, a chill falling over her even in the volcano.
"If I survive, he will just kill me anyway. If YOU survive, there is a chance he will let you go free."
Hanna's face fell. When it arose, she found herself back in her cell.