Camellia found herself enveloped in a surreal world, where everything was shrouded in a blanket of glistening white fog. It felt as though she had stepped into another realm, a place beyond reality. As she ventured further, her footsteps muffled by the ethereal mist, she noticed a familiar figure in the distance.
There, standing amidst the swirling fog, was a woman with vibrant, purple-glowing hair cascading down her back. She was adorned in a flowing white dress, its fabric billowing gently in the mysterious breeze. In her arms, she cradled a delicate baby, who giggled and played, unaware of the ethereal atmosphere surrounding them.
Curiosity and confusion seeped through Camellia's voice as she called out, "Who are you?" Her words pierced the stillness of the dream, echoing softly in the fog.
The woman gently turned, her violet eyes meeting Camellia's gaze, a tender smile gracing her lips. The air was heavy with a mix of warmth and sorrow as she spoke, her voice imbued with a sense of ancient wisdom. "Camellia, my dear, do not be afraid. I am your ancestor."
Camellia's heart fluttered with a mix of emotions: awe, disbelief, but most of all, a burning curiosity. She approached the woman cautiously, sensing a profound connection beginning to stir within her soul.
The woman tightened her hold on the child, her eyes shimmering with determination. "You must get revenge, Camellia. You must avenge us."
Camellia's brows furrowed, her mind racing to make sense of the cryptic words. "Avenge?" she questioned, feeling a surge of responsibility welling up within her. "Avenge who? What happened?"
The woman's smile faded, replaced by a resolve etched deeply into her features. "Our ancestors, Camellia, suffered at the hands of injustice and cruelty. It is time for us to right the wrongs, to seek justice for those who came before us."
The woman said as just then, Camelia opened her eyes.
She was sweating and she felt dizzy. Beside her was Eliza who was sleeping next to her Bed.
Seating up, Camelia held her hands on her temple as she hissed at the slight headaches she felt.
Shs then looked around her surroundings, the room was certainly different, "Eliza?"
Camellia called out for her maid as Eliza then sat up as she blinked her eyes slightly.
"M-my lady? You are finally awake! That good news!" Eliza said as she smiled brightly standing up, "I should go inform his highness that you are awake now!"
Eliza said ready to leave as Camellia held her back, "Wait a minute, where are we? How long have I been unconscious?"
"Umm.. Well it has been two days now my lady, You had a bad fever back when we were at the Inn and you haven't woken up since then, his highness was so worried, we recently just arrived in the west!"
She said as Camellia seemed quite shocked. She never knew that she was asleep for so long.
Sighing, she said, "No need to inform his highness, I'll go meet him myself, come help me get dressed!"
Camelia said as Eliza helped her Dress and they both made their way out.
*
Camellia, accompanied by Eliza, stepped out of the inn and into the vibrant energy of the market square in the west village.
The sounds of lively chatter and laughter filled the air, mingling with the fragrant aromas of freshly baked bread and colorful flowers.
As they strolled through the bustling square, Camellia took in the scene around her with curiosity and admiration.
The villagers carried out their daily routines, engaging in animated conversations, while merchants proudly displayed their goods on quaint little stalls. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, making Camellia feel right at home.
She couldn't help but notice how effortlessly everyone communicated with one another. The villagers seemed connected, forming a close-knit community that thrived on trust and mutual support. Camellia found herself drawn to the genuine interactions taking place, as if each conversation was a heartfelt connection waiting to be forged.
A smile graced Camellia's lips as she stopped to admire a display of handmade jewelry. The artisan behind the stall warmly greeted her, eager to share the stories of the carefully crafted pieces.
*
Camellia and Eliza continued their leisurely walk through the market square, enjoying the sights and sounds of the village. As they made their way past a quiet alley, an unexpected turn of events unfolded before them.
Out of nowhere, a group of bandits emerged, their intentions clear as they eyed Camellia and Eliza. Their presence brought an immediate tension to the air, and a sense of danger filled the once peaceful atmosphere. Camellia's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm, determined to protect herself and Eliza.
In an instant, Camellia's helpful and kind nature kicked into high gear, as she quickly assessed the situation. With a steady voice, she addressed the bandits, hoping to diffuse the tension.
"Gentlemen, I understand that you may be desperate, but there is no need for violence," she said, projecting an air of confidence and empathy. "Please, let us pass peacefully, and perhaps we can find a solution that benefits us all."
Her words hung in the air, a plea for reason amidst the chaos. The bandits hesitated, caught off guard by Camellia's unexpected response. Eliza stood by her side, displaying a calm and composed demeanor, ready to support Camellia in any way necessary.
Seeing their hesitation, Camellia quickly seized the opportunity. With a genuine smile, she approached the bandits, finding common ground between them. "I understand that times can be tough, but I just wanna tell you that stealing from me won't do you any good!"
She wasn't lying, after all she was the Monarch's wife, if they laid even a finger on her, they would totally be dead meat.
"Listen here little girl, I know girls like you.. acting like you aren't rich, the dress you wear alonge cost five gold coins, It must be our lucky day to have run into you!"
The leader of the bandits said as they grinned foolishly and seeing as they weren't going to back down so easily, Camelia's face changed to a rather scary one.
She looked behind her and saw some other bandits, they had corned them.. they couldn't escape.
Now she had no other choice but to fight them off. Damnit, don't these bandits know when to attack people, it's broad daylight for crying out loud.
But just then, before she could make a move, A familiar figure emerged as he kicked the leader of the bandits on his back which sent him flying and crashing to the ground.
"look my lady, it's his highness and sir Ralph!"