Haunting images tugged at the girls subconscious ,it gave direction, life and meaning to one recently stripped of all coherent thought. Dazed and brutalized, an elfin face peered from the covert circlet of her furred cape as she trudged ever onward.  Spectral fingers, caught and ensnared the lush cape ,drawing it snugly about her skeletal frame.  She could scarce remember her name . Stripped of even the basic memories, this seemed a beacon in a landscape as barren as her soul.  Diandra  . Deandra.  The litany became a feral chant filled with desperation . Stumbling ,one foot tripped over the other as near sole less boots became more a hazard at this point then a comfort.<br/><br/>Slightly out of breath ,one spindly hand swept up tucking wispy ,silvered strands beneath the warmth of the bonnet as she came to a halt. Huge vacant grey eyes crawled over the horizon, seeking…something elusive and just beyond her ability to recall. Shivering as each snow flake seemed on a personal mission to locate,infiltrate and commence war on tender flesh, she crammed  icy fingers deeply within the pockets adorning each side of the enlarged garment. Bereft of even the basic skills of survival, She simply resigned herself to death by element induced hypothermia. If only her thoughts weren't so scattered . Try as hard as  she might, there was no breaching the blankness . Nothing. Nada. Zip.<br/><br/>It was in this moment ,the giving up that  rare insight illuminated her fog- shrouded remembrances ,brought to life by the endless array of nothingness which stretched in front of her as far as her sight allowed.<br/>The circle of atonement , this was what her mission ,her quest was and had been ordained since before her birth. Renewed vigor sent blood and purpose to limbs slowly freezing in this horrendous clime. Stumbling and careening wildly ,both palms flew outwards ,a jarring thud shot tremendous pain along her scrawny arms.  So close . She was so close ,she could practically taste it. Using what little energy stores she had left ,tortured elbows locked as she  thrust herself into an upright position.<br/>Instinct guided one raw and bleeding palm towards the oddly shaped amulet which swung wildly to and fro upon a filigreed silver chain. Broken nails, swiping  smeared streaks of crimson across an amber oval while bits and pieces of her past unfolded . Fragmented and discordant imagery,pierced her cranium as the film of memory began rolling through her mind.<br/>