Where was she? WHO is she?? her head hurt, she couldn't recall a single thing, except an image of a village burning to nothing but ashes could it be!? _________________________________________ This wasn't supposed to happen, she was supposed to be dead, so why was it she was still alive- "wait, that doesn't look anything like me..." she muttered starring at the image the clear lake reflected _________________________________________ So cold, the dark forest was never kind to any trespassers But it was the only way, she can't go back now, not when there was nothing to return to, she could only hope to make it out of here alive... //Just a fic, I wanted to try writing really cool aristocratic era, I'm running on Pepsi right now