Darkness.
That's all she could remember. That's all she saw. Her body was numb, and she found her body frozen. She could not move. Although, she was conscious, it was like she could not control her own body. She felt as if she was trapped in a shell. Slowly, her numbness began to fade away, and her body began to burn in it's place. She found herself shivering, but she could not bring herself to stand and look for shelter. She began to feel the ground beneath her, and it seemed as if she was buried in snow. Her body was so cold, it burned her.
The female could hardly breathe, and she had no idea-no memory of what happened. In fact, she had no memory at all. Somehow, she knew some basic facts. She kept her eyes closed, for she could not open them.
What is...my name? She began to wonder. How old am I? Where are my parents? Do I have parents?
It was obvious the basic facts she naturally knew are things you learn in school, she could even know more than a teacher. She couldn't explain it, but it was there- buried deep within her thoughts.
Now that she was well aware she was buried under snow, the girl attempted to move, or more importantly, stand. Her mind was fuzzy, but with a moan in pain, she gathered her strength and attempted to bring herself up. She moved her stiff arms to push herself up, and she used her knees to push herself. It took her all of her strength that she had left to move under the weight of the snow, but there was a crack. Although, it was numb to her, she could not move her leg. It dawned to her that she had broken her leg in attempt to stand.
Just how weak am I?
The girl lay motionless under the snow, staring at the darkness helplessly. For what seemed like centuries, she felt the weight of the snow slowly disappear, and the female had assumed she was facing death. Then, there was no weight what-so-ever. Her aching shoulders began to relax, and she was just about to accept death.
"Hey," A voice bellowed. She felt something on her shoulder, and it was then she realized it was a hand. Maybe she was dead..just maybe. "Are you alive?"
I don't know, you tell me. She wanted to say, but she couldn't bring herself to talk. She just lay there motionless. "Well, you're breathing…."
Silence. The girl didn't know what to say. Who was the man? Why couldn't she move anymore?
"-And that's one nasty leg you got there."
Well, yeah, I broke it while trying to stand. What of it?
"Well, I don't know what a girl like you is doing out here in the mountains-"
Mountains? Since..when..?
"and I really don't know how you survived under all that snow. You should have frozen to death, or suffocated. Either way, it's a wonder you're still alive."
Suddenly, the girl's head rolled over, and the stranger picked her up. "But I can't leave you out here like this. We really need to fix that wound of yours. There should be a town at the base of the mountains...Ah, I don't even know why i'm talking to an unconscious girl."
Maybe you like talking to unconscious girls...
"Who knows, maybe you are awake to hear this but you're just a popsicle for now. Anyway-"
This guy talks way too much. But he saved me. I guess I owe him one.
"I'm Gildarts. Like you care, anyway."
Gild...arts? Welp, I'd tell you my name if I knew it.
Then, the girl's mind grew tired, and she fell into blackness again as the stranger, Gildarts carried her to safety.
It wasn't long before she woke up in a bed in new clothes. Her leg was wrapped, and although she was still in pain, she seemed to search for the man who saved her. She observed her room, and found it was like any other room, only there were rows of empty beds next to her. Her whole body was covered in bandages, she began to feel like a mummy.
She heard footsteps beyond the door that kept her in the room, then voices.
"Do you know who she is?" A female voice questioned.
"No, but she's pretty. I haven't seen her in my life."
"It seems like nobody has. At least, no passer-by, and nobody in the village has. It's strange, how she survived all that. She healed quickly too. She's a strange one. I don't sense any magic from her at all."
"I don't know about those darn mages, but they always seem to cause trouble, you know?"
Just then, the door opened, and two women walked in. The two of them wore black and white dresses, one girl had her hair tied back. Both seemed to be in their mid-thirties. One woman had long, velvet hair that fell over her shoulders and chocolate brown eyes, while the other had pure silver hair that was tied back into a pony tail, leaving her bangs that swept to the side, almost covering her blue eyes. The female in bandages found the two of women pretty, and looking at them made her wonder what she looked like.
"Oh? You're awake?" The woman with the silver hair questioned. "Do you mind telling us what your name is and how you ended up under all that snow?"
The young teenager shook her head, frowning, opening her mouth to speak, wondering what her own voice sounded like. "No" She said quietly. Her own voice seemed mesmerizing to her. It was velvety smooth, and soft. It seemed kind and gentle, but at the same time hearing it made the teenager irritated for some reason. "I mean, I don't remember. I don't..remember my name..or how..I got here…"
Gildarts. It then struck her that a man had saved her.
"Oh, that's a shame. Nothing at all?" The other woman with oddly purple hair asked. "You seem like a lovely girl."
"Do you..by any chance, have a mirror?" The teenager suddenly asked.
"Why, yes." The silverhaired woman walked over to a desk, and opened a drawer, pulling out a mirror. She strided back with the mirror in her hands, and handed it to the teenager.
"I don't suppose..you have no idea what you look like, do you? You seemed startled when you heard your own voice." The other woman stated. "This seems serious. There might be some mages that could help you with that."
The girl fell silent, and she looked into the mirror. Although, there was a bandage wrapped around her forehead, she caught her breath at her own face. She was young, yes, a young girl with an odd hair color. From the top of her head, she had black hair, but slowly, it went from black, to different shades of brown and the tips of her hair was white. Her hair was up to her waist, and she had dark purple eyes that surprisingly matched her hair, and she had pale skin. She had small lips, and a perfect shaped face. She had long bangs that swept to her side.
The more she stared into her own eyes, the more she could see them filled with confusion, and sadness. It was like her body lived through years of pain, but she never knew of it.
The girl glanced down at her body, and she seemed to be fit. It was a surprise to her- after staying under that snow she thought she'd be skin and bones.
"How long was I unconscious?" The girl questioned.
"Oh, quite some time. A week, or so." The purple-haired woman responded.
"And the man that brought me here?"
"Oh? Gildarts? That troublesome man in that reckless guild? He left right after he dropped you off."
"Say," The silverhaired woman suddenly said, clapping her hands together. "If you don't remember your name, how about we call you Luna? Because you remind me of the moon."
"Lu..na.." The teenager repeated, before giving a soft smile. "Yeah, that's a pretty name."
"Alright, then, Luna. After the first day in the medical center, they kicked you out because you had no money. But my sister and I felt bad so we brought you to the basement of the hospital. Nobody uses this room anymore, and they left you in our care." The Silver woman explained. "If you help work for us, we will give you the money you need to make a living on your own."
"And that man?" Luna questioned. "Will I be able to find this...guild that he is in? I need to thank him for saving my life."
"Of course," The woman nodded. "But you need to work first. Tomorrow morning, you will begin doing your chores, and we will teach you how to make food. You will do a woman's job, and you will help the townspeople. By the time you'll leave, you'll already be calling this place home and everyone in the village will know you."
"Who know," her sister, the purple haired lady added, "Maybe you'll live here on your own. With that look of yours- I suppose you look..er...seventeen? Eighteen? Anyway, all the young men will propose to you in this village."
Luna gave a nervous laugh, shaking her head. "Ah...I wouldn't say that..I mean..I'm not really interested in relationships right now…"
"Ah, but like all girls- you will, eventually."