<strong>OOC:</strong>This is for Sylria only, and is OOC knowledge for anyone and everyone else who reads it. :P<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There were vague memories. A voice, some kind of deal, and then you awoke in a land of hideous poverty. Dirty peasants gave you various glances; a few were truly sorry, but more were filled with distrust and hatred. Someone called out for soliders, and you ran, afraid.<br/><br/>They lost you as you moved from the tiny and pathetic village, across the rough and wild land. For a time, you used the forests to your advantage, slipping from tree to tree; blending in, even though you didn't know why their shelter seemed to work to your advantage.<br/><br/>Then you found yourself, like a cornered animal, on the banks of a great river. The men, on their horses, saw you there, and charged down upon you. Your only hope was to flee across the river. Remarkably, your clothes were immaculate, but your hair was knotted and messy and your skin was smeared with blood and dirt; like an animal your crossed the river, arrows striking all around you in the vicious currents. Several times, you almost drowned, but then there was mud beneath your feet, under your fingers, and you scrambled up the messy bank of the wide river.<br/><br/>There were men behind you though, in the water. They were still coming after you. There's no way you can know what they want from you...you don't even know who you are, not really. But you're certain that they have the worst of intentions.