Before being lifted and moved, Erin once again lost consciousness. Unlike before, however, this time she dreamed. She dreamed she was back home, on the streets of Zeltiva. A crowed of people had gathered around her and stood, waiting in hopeful anticipation. Erin was draped in one of her favorite silk dresses from home and it seemed she was wearing most if not all of her sapphire jewelry. She stood tall her arms straight out to both sides, a sly smile on her face as her eyes darted back and fourth across the crowed. Finally, she began. Rez began to pour from her body as she ignited it and moved it around the area in a beautiful and powerful display. She moved her body as if she were directing the fires but it was only to add to the show. The crowed stared with breathtaking awe at the elegance of the performance as the flames jumped and danced around the young girl. Then came the finally. Erin lifted her right arm straight into the air and looked directly up and two snakes made entirely of fire formed at her feet. The circled her body with great speed as they ascended up her. Once they reached her arm they got tighter to her body and increased speed. When they finally reached the end of her arm they both shot into the air, leaving a brief tail of fire behind them. The snakes flew through the air before colliding into each other, exploding, and forming into a stable ball of fire very much resembling a small star. The audience went while cheering. Erin tried not to reveal any kind of pride at this moment but couldn't help but smile. She reached both arms straight into the air and held out her hand as though she were physically holding the massive ball. Slowly she began lowering the ball down closer to herself, perhaps too close. Once she could feel the heat of the rez she tried to stop its motion so it would float seamlessly above her head, but it didn't listen. It continued to descend closer and closer to her. Finally, it began to burn away at her. Her whole body seemed to be aflame, but still the crowed cheered on. She cried for help but know one came; when she tried to run away from her fiery Djed she found she was unable to move her hands or feet. As the miniature star dropped to the ground to consume her entire body, she shot awake.
It was just a horrible nightmare, but unfortunately for Erin not far from the truth. Her eyes shot open and she gasped in several deep breaths. Her hands shot up to feel her face and chest, just to confirm that she could still feel and that she wasn't on fire. She then realized she couldn't pull her hands away. She glanced down and was immediately reminded that her limbs had been completely bound. Looking up, she had immediately learned why she was so hot. There she lie, staring into the burning fires of the furnace merely inches away. She could already tell that at least some of her hair had already been singed off. For a moment she simply looked on in a daze, then it hit her that she was about to be burned alive. This realization prompted one last burst of resistance from her...well, not a burst of resistance as much as a panic attack. Despite her difficulty to form even basic words before Erin let out a cry of terror louder than she had ever thought herself possible of. She frantically pulled at the ropes around her hands and feet but to no avail. She squirmed her whole body, throwing her whole mid section into the air and back onto the slab several times, until finally she through herself straight off the slab. She hit the ground with a tremendous thud and once again hitting her head on the cold, hard ground. She lie there, motionless. After a moment she vomited onto the ground beside her, but she did not pass out again. She simply stared on ahead. No thoughts. No movements. She simply waited for her executioner to return.