At first, I saw darkness, and then I saw a bright white light. It burned my eyes. The colour green came into view. It grew taller and taller, and the bright light then dimmed. I managed to make out a tree, no multiple trees, and she was on a forest floor…why am I on the floor!? She questioned herself. She sat up, and true enough, she was on the forest floor. It was all muddy and cold. She started to look around when she turned to the left she saw smoke coming from the distance, her eyes widened there was a fire but before she managed to get herself up and rush to the distance fire the realisation she doesn't know where she is panic started to fill her, she looks around quickly to pick up any clue on why she was on the floor she then notices there was a brown bag next to her, she reluctantly open the bag, it contains food, clothes, a journal, some gold coins and a mirror with a note attached to it she picks up the mirror carefully and looks at herself she had dark black hair with some dark purple streaks, hazel eyes, walnut brown skin with a small mole right under her left eye and a small scar by her cheek she marvelled by how she looks, she then put her attention on the note as she picks it up careful not to get it dirty A gift for your journey use it well ~E the note reads who is E? She questioned herself before putting her attention towards the journal, it was a leather-covered journal with a red ribbon tying it up together, she undone the ribbon and put it in the bag that she set aside, she opened it to the first page there was a symbol of a phoenix curl up into a teardrop. It was a very pretty drawing. There was the letter S signed at the bottom of the drawing. She looked at the drawing taking in every detail of it before turning to the next page there was writing stating Property of Signe with the other words scribal to the point of unreadable.
Who is Signe? She questioned herself it was a very weird name for a person to have. She continued to look at the book when she suddenly was distracted from her train of thoughts when she heard a branch break she stumbled over a sword, grabbed the sword, and held it, almost naturally going into a battle formation she waited for something to come out but nothing did. She let out a sigh of relief, and her body relaxed. She looked over to the items that were laid out on the floor: a mirror, a journal, food, clothes, money, and the sword in her hands she could work with it was not much but it was something. She grabbed the stuff, looked over to the smoke, and started to walk with the bag on her shoulder and the sword tied to her waist.
When she reached the fire, she saw a kingdom or what used to be one, the smell of sulfur still in the air. She was walking around the destroyed kingdom when she spotted a flag half burned but the symbol on it was still present. It was one of a phoenix in the shape of a teardrop. It looked and felt familiar. She took out the journal she had and looked at the drawing and it matched up it was the same symbol. Why was this symbol so important for it to appear so much, but why? She questioned herself. She seemed to be doing that a lot. Once again, she was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw the sun setting rapidly. It got late fast. She started to walk away from the half-burning kingdom and went to an area that was close to the forest and kingdom and set up camp from what she had, she made a fire to keep warm found some wood, and made a small tent with them by the time she was finished, it was impressive if she says so herself. She sat down by the fire and looked at its blaze. It was oddly beautiful the way it moved, how the yellow-orange and red mixed, it was almost hypnotizing the way it danced, it was quite a beautiful sight. She thought back to the kingdom and how it burned down, how something so beautiful and small could be turned into something so dangerous something that could devour a kingdom in time even when it is so small and contained in a boundary it can still hurt someone if you are not careful enough, to her that what makes it so beautiful even the crackling of the wood braking make her so calm in a way. A cold breeze passed her, it was getting late and she should go to sleep. She had a lot to do tomorrow she could feel it. She thought as she lay down, falling quickly to sleep.