The voice of her father echoed in her mind and her ears rang as she smelled the minty scent. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision cloudy and she could hear her heart beating in her own ears. An involuntary groan escaped her soft pink lips, and she furrowed her brow when she moved her head. It began to throb and she moved her hand to her forehead weakly. Her eye stung and body felt weak and heavy. "mmngh..." she groaned softly and then blinked to clear her vision.<br/><br/>As her sight became clearer, she noticed the walls and could smell the musty scent of parchment. It was dimmer and a little stuffier than where she remembered being. All of which was barely a haze at the moment, but it was slowly coming back. She was being chased by a large beast, then passed out on the cold stone steps of the castle. She remembered her village and then she sat upright with a gasp, only to grab her head once more in pain and winced. "Ah! Papa!" she said and with determination she tried to get up from where she lay, but her legs weren't ready to hold her up. They wabbled and buckled beneath her, "Papa..." she whimpered and tears began to fall from her eyes.<br/><br/>She cried with the loss of her only family member, and her home and all it's people. Her tears streamed down her porcelain like face and stung the scratches from the branches and briers that smacked her on her fleeing. She sniffled and kept her eyes down in remembrance of her loved ones, and taking in the sorrow of being alone now with no where to go. She was but a servant in her father's tavern, but she loved her job, her father and her village. So she closed her eyes and gave solace and thanks that she be spared. She tried to stand once more but her legs gave under and she began to fall once more, only this time, she was wide awake and the floor was coming closer to her by the second. She braced herself for the impact and closed her eyes and held out her arms.