Celia looked at this man, who seemed to obviously want to scare her. But, why she wondered? What  was the point of scaring anybody? He  must have issues she thought to herself. Big, dark issues. But, she had no idea the place  she was. This place seemed  like some weird kind of play house, with so many plays going on she couldn't count them. Maybe she was now a part of a play? She seemed  to be on stage after all.<br/>"My name is Celia, why did you call me  to this play? What part am I supposed to be? The scared maiden that shakes at your presence? The sacrifice to the demon?  I am sorry, but I will not be  that. I will be the one that vanquishes you!"<br/>Pretty brave for someone without a weapon eh. She then  looked around for any props of this play. Oddly enough she saw  what  she thought was a fake sword. But, when she picked it up, it felt very real. She gasped.<br/>"What is this place? This...this weapon is real isn't it? What kind of twisted playhouse  uses real weapons?"<br/>Now looking at him, the steed...wondering if  this was real and  not costumes. She was  now very frightened. But thinking about it, what  could be worse than  what she  been through.<br/>"You think you can scare me with your looks, but I been through hell...it will take more than that to scare me!"