I was gazing upon the outpost – the home of my predecessor from the nearby hill. Demons, mostly children and young adults, were playing and working in the grassland surrounding it. Despite being almost dusk, no one seemed worried. They didn't fear the dangers of the night.
It took me a moment to realise I had been dragged into a memory. I wondered whose it was, and absentmindedly pushed a few strands of crimson hair aside.
My hand froze mid motion. Crimson hair? I looked at my hands in a panic, to see a scar at the back of my left hand.
"The hell?" I whispered as I felt… weird. I looked around, then dashed down the hill, towards the river. A reflection – I needed to see myself in my reflection!
I almost choked as I reached the river and knelt by the shore to look at myself. Bright blue eyes and shoulder length crimson hair. I only caught a glimpse of myself before the reflection disappeared.
