The first thing she saw was a flicker of light through her shut eyelids.  The intensity of the light increased as if begging her to wake up.  The tall, awakening elf slowly parted her eyes that felt like they were heavy with sleepiness.  Her sleep had been as if she had been there forever.  It all felt quite wonderful.  With her mind still foggy from dreariness, her thoughts turned to the day before...only to draw a blank.  That was odd, she couldn't remember anything about going to sleep nor the events of the day prior.  However, as her mind continued to frantically dance around as if looking for answers the girl suddenly realized she couldn't remember her own name, nor anything at all about herself.  The pleasantness of waking was quickly replaced by the frantic grip of confusion and fear on her throat.  From her sleeping position she quickly sat up, her breaths coming heavily as her large blue eyes glanced around for answers.  Her long, tangled hair draped down in front of her face and the blanket that had been placed over her fell into her lap, covering only her lower half for the moment.<br/><br/>Her keen eyes glanced around the large room.  By the look of it, she had awakened inside a temple room of some sort.  The once white walls - while obviously once immaculately clean - were faded with age and cracks.  The floor as well, once made of the finest of marble tiles, was broken as tree roots pushed their way through.  Shaking her head to clear her confused mind, the unnamed girl decided to figure out where she was before figuring out who she was.  Oddly enough, as she pulled the blanket to the side, a single stone tablet rested at her side.  For the moment, she did not pay much attention to it, but somehow knew it was her's to take.<br/><br/>Reaching up to pull her hair out from in front of her face and tucking it behind either of her long ears, she then proceeded to climb from the bed which she rested.  Pulling the blanket off of her, the elf started to move her legs and arms - why did they feel as if they had never moved before?  What's more, as the blanket was pulled off of her tall and slender frame, the girl discovered that she was not clothed for sleep at all.  Instead she was clothed in a dull red, form fitting dress that clung to her body.  The dress with a neckline that came down to mid chest and lace at the hem and arms, was obviously not made to be walked in for long distances, would have been more at place at a dance or wedding.  It came down to just below her knees and while it did not show much skin, it did cling to her.  What's more, her feet were clad in a pair of matching high heels with golden straps that crossed her toes and heels.  This was all very confusing - why was she here?  Why was she dressed this way?  And who was she anyway?<br/><br/>Deciding not to think too much, her body ached to act.  She got down out of the creaking bed before placing her high heeled feet on the ground with a loud clap.  Standing, the elf smoothed her dress down her frame before looking for a way to go.  By the looks of things, nobody had obviously visited this place in a long time.  There was one hallway out of the place on the far side of the room.  The only light coming from holes in the ceiling that allowed beams of light to fall until they splashed on the marble floor.  Not wasting much time, the elf female started to make her way towards that hallway.  The only sounds in the room was swishing of the hem of her dress against her long legs as well as the clap clap of shoes against marble floor.  Despite being littered with roots, the elf seemed to walk easily in the high heeled shoes and her graceful strides allowed her to quickly reach her destination.  She kept the stone tablet that had been at her side clutched in one hand.<br/><br/>In front of her was a door, undamaged and from the lack of wear or age, apparently enchanted.  Realizing that the door was probably the only way out of this....tomb...was through the door, the elf reached forward to take the handle before pushing it open.  It gave way easily as if it were meant to be opened by her.  As the door parted, she stepped out into the outside world and her eyes were immediately assaulted by the dull light of the sun.  Shielding her eyes with one hand, it took her a moment to glance around at the obvious burial mounds surrounding her.  Even the own door she had stepped from was one such mound, built into the side of one of the taller hills.<br/><br/>The chill of the dull landscape and slight wind against her dress clad form made her shiver in place.  The dress had little protection against the environment, almost as if it were meant to never actually be worn by a living person.  She grasped her hands on her sides before starting to walk forward into the mounds, those high heels digging into the moist ground slightly.  It became obvious quite quickly she was alone.