She had felt the crown break, she was there even before the pieces had fallen onto the ground, and for a moment she still knew: she knew she had been destroying the city and its inhabitants, she knew the man with the scar had just stopped her from attacking more, she knew the soldiers with the Empire's colors were willing partecipant in the Esper experiment, and that Kefka was waiting for her to come home to tell her who else to kill. She knew, and so, instead of powering machines, she turned to the soldiers, lifted her hands, and felt the other power, the scary one, rise: a blinding light and deafening noise, and suddenly the soldiers were falling to pieces, screaming as they died, and with them the ground, the trees, even the air felt dead. But it ended there: the buildings and the remaining citizens were spared, as was her savior, and Terra's last thought was that she should have warned them not to step on the now poisoned ground, before darkness engulfed her and she passed out, her memories locked behind a door.
She opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling and sat up, startled, vaguely aware her wrists were supposed to be cuffed; looking down to see them free, she turned to the presence she felt, a big scary-looking man. Not Kefka.
"Where... where am I? Who are you?"
@sircrocodillian