Clavier ran.

She ran within a living nightmare; it was so hard to believe that this was real, but it was real, so terribly, terribly real. The flames were bright and fuming close behind, roaring with rage, with poison breath, and the air smoked around her face, making her cough and making tears stream out from her eyes. Great cracks and crashes sounded all around her, the sounds of falling giants and dying titans. A nightmare that was real.

Only a moment ago, her life had been perfect. She had been laughing, laughing with her mother and father, laughing and running in the sunlight-

Come on, Ma! Slowpoke!-
Butterflies. Meadow flowers, underfoot. Soft grass.
Haha! No, stop, Ma, that tickles!- A thump. A bout of laughter.
A deeper voice; a chuckle.
Oh, Pa, not you too!
Butterflies, chasing butterflies. Warm sunlight.
Running hooves... More laughter.
Sudden silence.
Ma? Pa?...
What's wrong?...
The sharp tang of smoke-

A great tree, a cedar ages old, gave a final groan and toppled, slowly, slowly down, engulfed in red flames. With a crash it collided with the fire's main body, and the sparks shattered into the sky, leaping like glowing fleas. The great tree fed the flames, and they crackled triumphantly, moving even faster and closing in on Clavier.
Terrorized, she could not even cry out; the fear of being burned alive was so great, it was only run, run, run.
Then she heard it. Two screams. The screams of her mother and father.
They were suddenly cut off.
N...
The roaring flames was all that could be heard now, but the screams rang endlessly in her head.
No...
She had left them behind. She had thought only of saving herself, when she was the fastest and the youngest.

She had left them to die.

Her legs buckled. The bright, angry flames licked at her heels, and sparks bounced onto her back, burning little holes. Smoke blurred her vision, along with tears of desperation, and horror, and pain.
She wailed a raw, heart-wrenching wail, a wail from the deepest cavern within her...
...and the white light surrounded her.