The witch stood alone in the dark room. Her tan and beautiful face was dotted with marks of blood and torture - gashes had been engraved in her skin acting as a mark to identify the slave. The woman was wearing nothing but rags that revealed her chest and barely covered. The psychic's hands were chained to the ground, forcing the slave to be face first into the ground.

Her Ankles were chained as well and it forced her to be on all fours if she wished to have comfort in her dingy sell. White splotches dotted the stone around the woman with droplets of blood mixed into them. The woman gasped and grudgingly got up and begun to stand up on all fours but the chains held her back like a collar.

She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth - grinding them against her millers.. Or the one's she still had. Within this fit of anger she felt her hands warm up.. To her horror they ignited into a blazing inferno. The witch screamed in pure horror as the chains were turn to hot, sounding iron. To her pleasure, her hands were now free except she still had her shackles chained to her person. She could hear whispering behind her that would have came from the hallway in where other prisoners were held. Between her flailing and yelling balls of psychic warp fire had begun to consume the room, burning the stone ever so slightly. Drenched in sweat and soaked in pain the woman caught a hold of her being and grabbed the binds around her ankle and burnt them, freeing herself.

She was free, for now. The witch stumbled up on her two feet for the first time in what felt like days, she was skinny and frail and bleeding all over. Stumbling around like a drunk she fell to her knees as she got to the gate. She blinked a few times and felt the flame was gone and with a sigh of relief she leaned against the metal bars.

The unbound witch felt a presence gnawing at her skull.. It was painful, she feet it race throughout her brain and to her eyes. In great and horrific agony she fell back on her spine and looked up to see warp fire surround her.. She felt her eyes getting heavy.

It was painful, the pain refused to go away, she let out an agonizing scream as she felt her vision distort.. Around her she saw the corona of the warp fire. She could feel the daemons close by, she could feel the hells of the warp surround her within this daemon infested world.. Yet she refused to yield to the dark magic's of the warp.. Perhaps out of stubbornness or willpower she could force her sight to return to normal and like that the warp fire was gone.

It was no doubt that they had a connection to the warp now, maybe the chaos gods have chosen her, but to what end though? She thought and thought and stared at nothing kept for the dark and dingy roof that was above her head.

Minutes went by, maybe even hours. She could feel herself regaining her strength to try to escape once more.. She grabbed the metallic poles firmly and yelled to the heavens.. They were burning. Her hands were in a crusading inferno that engulfed not only her palms but her whole body. She tore apart the gate and let out a psychic screech. By now the slave was refusing to give up for now, she saw an escape. With the woman body was coated in the fires of the warp she exited the room she had been held in.

It was a massive hallway, there was stone that made up the walls and about a dozen or so prison cell. She looked to her left and saw that there was a boy in one of them. He was no less then seven and was in the same position the asker had been earlier.

She walked over to the door and grabbed the iron bars and burnt them again, much like before. At this moment she felt her anger dissipate and powers as well, no longer was she in a aura of warp fire.

The boy had shortly cut blond hair that curled and circled around his head. He was wearing nothing but a skin tight suit of flesh.. Upon closer examination the witch realized that the face of a woman was sewn into it and placed near one's heart.. She could only guess who it had been in in life. He was rather short and reached around five feet in height judging from her observation.

The boy shook and shook, he was scared. She pressed her hand against his head and went to get a better look at him. She was stunned for a moment because she realized he was a mutant. His eyes were not normal, they were a shade of purple that only cadis could have.. But Cadia? That's on the other side of the galaxy.
 He managed to get out a sentence.
"Ple..Please don't hurt me."

And with that, he fell to the ground. He was still alive.. If not barely, the duo was malnourished and beaten. They were in no way able to stand up to their slave masters in this shape.
The psyker went over to the chains and broke them for the boy, his ankles were free and so was his hands.. Of course (Much like the psychic) he still had their shackles around their ankles and wrists.

The woman grabbed the cadian and sighed as she put him around her shoulder for she couldnt just leave him here alone with the slave masters. He managed to gain some strength and rapped his left hand around the woman's right shoulder and neck. He was a few inches off the ground and rather light. HEr let of a groan of pain as the woman and boy went down the hallway. The torches seem to be dulled when the woman passed by them.

She felt him move again and spoke once more in a light tone.
“T..Thank you ms.. What is you're name?” uttered the boy in a sickily tone.. The Psychic looked over her shoulder and into his eyes. “Tzulian.. Or Tzula. Stay awake now.. Im going to find us some safety.”
The couple stumbled upon a door at the end of the hallway, Tzula wraped her hands around the door gnob and opened it..

The pair, in all hour were hit by a blast of cold and ice. They were on the outside of a great mountain that towered over the clouds.. Before them was a balcony of obsidian and stone that was surely carved out of the rock face. To her left she saw a bridge and shuttered.

She saw a figure measuring around six feet tall. He was bulky and muscular. He was no doubt a barbarian from the surrounding area. He was coated in the skin of beasts and flesh with a leather straps around his chest. He had a blade that was in his sheathe, it seemed to be made out of some crude iron.

A zip was heard close by and she sighed, the barbarian has started to urinate on the battlements. Tzulian looked at the boy and rested him against the door, careful to not alert the guard.

Tzulian bent her knees and crouched and begun to move to the man. Gusts of wind bombarded the skin and rags of the woman, blowing them around. She took a few steps and heard a creek. In horror she paused. The guard ignored it thankfully. Presumably he thought it was the wind that caused it. She was merely few steps away from the man now and had begun to raise her hand.

 He heard the man moan for a moment and paused as a giggle left her mouth.. The man turned around looked in horror as he felt his chest explode into a blazing inferno. He let out a yell as the psychic begun to burn not only him but his soul. It was agonizing yet pleasurable to the psyker to use her powers like this.. There was no doubt she was enjoying this.. The woman extended her hands out and stretched out her fingers as she tore apart his body, cracking him open like a egg…

With his body charred and coated in flame she could see his soul. With the psychic power of the warp she grabbed the soul and devoured it, like a shark eating a fish she bit and tore apart it.. She could feel young.. Youthful again. Tzulian felt strong. Chaos has surely touched her. However within those mere moments of insanity she shook her head, regaining her mind and body.