"Just how much time has passed exactly"
A light sigh came from the lone figure that walked the empty and broken paths of the abyss. The figure had snow white hair and pale skin. One that looked like it had been greatly affected by the lack of sunlight on the surroundings.
The figure looked dainty, like a twig that would snap at the slightest touch, a piece of paper that was Rey to the gust of winds. A young female human, no she was no han, even the mindless beasts of the abyss could tell from her presence.
She was like a tonic to them, an elixir of strength, the fabled pandora's box, however they had to be strong enough to consider having the walking treasure to themselves.
Ramona had received the call of her ally and friend, one that carried an ominous message and decided to act on her own, ignoring the orders of her clan in a bid to find the right path in the perilous era where nothing was certain.