There is a place in this land, a cemetery of sorts, where the crumbling statues and walls of the old kingdom lay scattered about. It is a place where great things end, a place where good men die. A place constantly blanketed by dark clouds and overrun with the foulest of beasts. What a commodity it was when one day these dismal clouds finally parted. Why did they part? Why on this random day of no consequence? More importantly, what is it which lies in this valley?
In the center of the tall grey grass, a pale figure was lying unconscious. This odd little creature could easily have been mistaken for a child, but once you got close enough her appearance was anything but human. Every inch of her was a pure, clean white. From the hair on her head, to her bare feet, even the plain dress she wore, each was bleach white. She could have been an angel, or even some form of ghost. Yet her eyes said something different. When they opened, they were a deep blood red, the bright red of life.
She rose to her feet and brushed the dull dirt from her dress. Her ivory hair fell strait down her back, her bangs just long enough to shade her garnet eyes. Her walk was feeble, as if she had never used her legs. She stumbled, and only remained standing because of a shattered rook statue she clung to. The dress that draped her was plain white cloth, made with little effort. Yet her eyes were so intricate and detailed, even her rags seemed elegant. They seemed to see through to anything, and were completely filled with wonder.
After a short time, her walk became solid, and then her garnet eyes flashed crimson as she scanned the horizon. No one, man or monster, could be seen. She was alone, and began to wander the sad valley she awoke in. She crossed a small stream, and when she saw it, she was shocked by her own appearance. The thoughts she then had questioned everything she knew about herself, which honestly wasn't much. She had near to no memory, she didn't know why her skin was white, or why her eyes were red. Her appearance in The Valley of Ruin was as much a mystery to her as it was to anyone else. All she knew were two odd little facts, the first was that she had no name, not that she had forgotten it but that she never had one to begin with, and the second was the name of this place, the strange land she found herself in. This place was Underland.
Underland. The one place she knew everything about. It was a strange place, but all of it's regions and ridges were basic knowledge to her. She didn't need a map, she just needed her mind, and then she could go anywhere she wanted. So many places she could go, the sea, the woods, and even the gardens. Then it clicked. She didn't know why she wanted to, but she knew she wanted to go to the gardens. They weren't far, just over the mountain. This map in her mind was a strange thing, yet she knew better than to doubt it. And so, she followed her senses and began her long journey into the wonder of Underland.