"Ines! Get up!" A loud booming voice shouted.
Rattled, Ines sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was a familiar voice, one that she used to hear every second of her life.
Standing before her was a tall man with a black iron crow mask. His hair was white as snow, and he was donned in patterned black robes that matched his mask.
"Chief," She greeted. Struggling up from her bed, her knees buckled and she hit the ground with a loud thud.
The man didn't reach out a single hand to help her, his beady eyes merely watching as she struggled to stand up.
"Get up."
Like a worm, she squirmed on the ground in both pain and shock.
'Had I been dreaming the whole time? Was everything just… a dream?'
Her legs were smaller and thinner than she remembered than to be, and her arms were covered in ugly scabs and large cuts. Her hair that had grown out to her shoulders now hung below her ears.
Ines reached for the leg of her bed, and she attempted to use that as a crutch to pull herself back up.
