Waking up on a stone alter in the middle of a forest wasn't something she'd normally do. She was fully dressed, but she wasn't dead? The last thing she remembered was sirens and then an ambulance cutting into their lane and ramping up the front of the low rider and crushing the windshield in front of her. Everything had gone blank at the time. However there was something else, a voice had come to her before she had opened her eyes and found herself here. Surrounded by this natural scenery, a short layered pixie-like styled brown haired, grey-blue eyed, young girl placed a hand against her face. Covering one eye as she closed them partially.<br/><br/>She thought back, the words which she was remembering.<span style="font-style: italic">You have died a tragic and meaningless death. You had gotten so far on your own. You were meant for greatness, yet such misery followed you. In your next life, you will be able to find something truly to your likeness. If you could have any ability, any at all. What would it be?</span>Was the words she remembered, but she didn't remember her answer. It was strange this feeling, it warmed her heart.<br/><br/>Slowly getting off of the alter, she looked around at the stone pillars which seemed to be in ruins. There were old baskets and broken vases. It was as if it was an abandoned religious chapel of some sort. There was literature engraved into the stone pillars and even the alter itself. The only thing she could recognize was the cryptic symbols of Change and Revolution in a near proto-Japanese language which was mostly strike marks similar to talimarks.<br/><br/>Gathering her things which were found at the foot of the alter, she would place her satchel at her side and go through her items as she walked around the chapel like area in the forest. There was very little here she could use. Other than the fact that the vases held water in them, it didn't look clean at all. She wanted to change that, she wanted clean water. As the thought of wanting to change something came to mind, a magical menu appeared before her. It was a translucent blue and had various forms of information on it. Especially the attributes of the water.<br/><br/>She was right to not want to drink it. It was contaminated with feces and plague. Using this mysterious menu which had the name<span style="font-style: italic">Water</span>in bold at the top of it, she would remove the contamination and increase the electrolytes. She was feeling abnormally thirsty, so she generally made it more pleasurable to drink. When she finished doing all that, she would hit the apply button. The water would glow a light blue almost white color. The water then appeared to look clean enough to drink and even see the bottom of the vase.<br/><br/>Cupping her hands she would take a handful of the water and sip it slowly. It tasted like an old vase, kind of musky, but it was rather pleasurable at the same time. It was aged water which hadn't moved for a while since the last time it rained. Letting out a sigh, she would then look towards the sky above. Watching as a black bird was circling high up in the unpolluted sky.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFBF">"Are there no planes here?"</span>She'd ask herself aloud before looking around and listening to her surroundings. There was no sounds of modern day. No cars, just animals and wild life. In the distance she could hear the sound of a black smith hammering away at what smelled of molten iron. Wait, she could smell the Iron? Blinking a few times, she didn't remember her senses being this strong. Looking at her hands she stared at them for a few moments. Her sight had never been this clear before either. Then again, her thinking and processing was also heightened.<span style="color: #40FFBF">"So... I really did die... Explains the weird power,"</span>She muttered and wiped her hands clean on her pleated skirt before undoing it and stuffing it into her bag. She was wearing her shorts underneath, so nothing provoking was revealed.<br/>_________________<br/><br/>Wandering around in a forest was never a place that was meant for someone who's never been in a rural world, let alone the woods in her own backyard. This girl was alone, she had been for a few days. She had seen the same trees, the same leaf and the same wild boar at least six times since the sun had set each day. Her sense of direction was terrible, even though she persuaded herself to always go straight, she always found herself turning, tripping and stumbling. Forgetting which way she would come from. This world was all too confusing.<br/><br/>Just then she heard the voices of people. A group of men were moving through the area known as the red wood. A place which she had been roaming for the past few days. She learned how to use her abilities to keep herself alive, to enhance her belongings, to change things around her. Her ability was relatively ease for her to use despite just getting it since it didn't require all that much concentration, just simple thoughts.<br/><br/>Without much of a second thought, she didn't bother trying to conceal herself. With her little dainty feet hidden in her school loafers, she walked along the grass and leaf covered grounds of the forest. Hopping from one enlarged tree to the next. Within moments she could hear someone coming towards her, shouting a single word. Arching a brow, she looked over to see a man dressed up in what looked like a homemade outfit. It wasn't mass produced, but it definitely gave the air of a farmer.<br/><br/>Arching a brow slightly, the girl would stand upon a large root and watch him as he approached. The voice was deep, unfamiliar. His face even more so. Bria couldn't help but be curious of what he suddenly wanted with a girl in the middle of a forest. Pursing her lips slightly as she seemed to pout. He was calling her a boy? Well, good thing he corrected himself.<br/><br/>With her satchel by her side, she changed her stance, pocketing her hands, she leaned on one leg while the other stood at an angle with the toe of her shoe pressed against the bark covered root. She looked somewhat like a stoic, reclusive, teenager that was simply reading him like an open book or at least trying to look cool. His attire and lack of modern tech generally gave her insight on the world around her.<span style="color: #40FFBF">"My parents abandoned me on the edge of the forest since we were out of food; I've been lost for about three days now.. Maybe four."</span>Her voice was relatively casual toned, as if this news didn't effect her at all despite it being directly effecting her if it were true. While it was true she was generally lost in the Red Wood, it seemed she could take care of herself, since she hadn't starved to death nor seemed sick from contaminated water.<br/><br/>If he had gotten close enough to smell her, she smelled of burnt pork and used charcoal, it was likely she killed and ate a wild boar for the past few days. Though at the same time, she smelled of deodorant and perfume. Her hair lacked the greasiness of someone who lacked bathing and her teeth were pearly white without anything missing. Her skin also looked and felt incredibly soft, there were no calluses on her hands as if she didn't work a day in her life. One could assume she was either a scribe or of noble blood.