Hey guys, I know theres other stories I could be updating right now but...I just couldn't get this out of my head. Im replay the game again so this is just my take on what our lovely Eathmate/princess would be like with everything thats going on. I wanted a more serious/matureish note to it, so i made my own! Also yes I didn't name her Frey cause while thats a good name i like the one I gave her.

"Talking"

'Thinking'
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It was a dreary night, you could barely see anything with no lights or lanterns to guide the way, even the cosmos had forgotten about the land it seemed, for thick clouds covered the sky tonight. However the monsters that roamed the land were still very much active, their constant movement illuminated by the strange swirling gates that they never seemed to stray very far from.

The gates themselves were mysterious things, capable of being destroyed but somehow the day after they would be back again seemingly unscathed, perhaps then destroyed wasn't the right word, more so just...closed temporarily. Getting closer to the entrance of the town Selphia, there was a sudden bright flash of light and a whirling noise, and there appeared a girl. She was panting heavily and had one arm slung over her side holding tightly, blood was escaping her body were her hand was holding at an alarming rate, in her other hand she was awkwardly trying to hold on to two daggers. There was various amounts of grime and sweat in her hair and on her face. She didn't move for a bit, trying to catch her breath, taking one final deep breath she gingerly crossing into town and headed for a castle.

It was late, late enough to not find any villagers up and scurrying around like usual, so she ran into no one making her way through the courtyard towards a door on the far right of the castle.

"Damn" the girl said pushing the door open with her shoulder.

"That's one hell of a haunted mansion, I mean seriously actual ghosts? Fine I can deal with those, but freaking ghosts with huge ass scythes? Really?! You've got to be kidding me.."

She set her daggers down on a wooden table next to a forge that was in the corner. Walking to her bed she took her heavy rucksack off her back as carefully as possible, trying not to jostle her wounds. It fell to ground with a loud thump. She leaned against the bed frame for a second panting.

"I'm losing too much blood, I need to take care of this before it gets worse" she pushed off the bed frame and headed for her bathroom. Wincing in pain she stripped off her now ruined armor and equally ruined tank top followed by her bra. Looking in the mirror she grimaced.

"That ghost did a real number on me...geez he got my arm too" The wound ran from the far right of the middle of her back and went down diagonally ending around her waist.

Working as quickly as she could now she opened the cabinet above the sink and grabbed her makeshift medicine kit. She never did bother getting a proper one. Setting that on the sink she snagged a hand towel and pressed it hard against her back as best as she could from the awkward angle.

After 10 or so minutes, eventually due to the pressure the blood flow slowed down to a trickle, she tossed the blood soaked towel into the sink and awkwardly put a temporary cloth bandage on it.

"Damn thing's gonna need stitches" paying attention to her forearm now, she wiped up most of the blood off with her hand.

"This one isn't nearly as bad, just some gauze should do, i'll wrap it up after I take a shower then" She was mess, sweat and grime and dust covered all her clothes and coated her exposed skin, not to mention her bloodied back.

She stripped off the rest of her clothes throwing her clunky boots somewhere in the corner and started the shower. Too tired to care what temperature it was, she stepped in the shower hissing at the cold water. It slowly warmed up till it was so hot her skin turned as red as a tomato. She let her head fall underneath the spray, trying to avoid getting water on the bandage on her back. The water felt nice though, even more so after a night in a old, dusty, decrepit mansion. Not too mention it started raining the second she got near the place.

She grabbed soap and washed her body and hair faster than she normally would, wanting more than anything to crawl into her fluffy bed. Putting the soap in her hair she felt something was off, confused she ran her fingers through her long hair again, the right side of her hair felt odd...like something was missing.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me.." Where her once long pigtail was, was now just a short mess of hair.

"Gah...well ill just deal with it in the morning.." She sighed and finished washing the soap out of her now lopsided hair. Stepped out of the shower she dried off and roughly wrapped her arm with gauze. Putting on some shorts and a random shirt she climbed into bed not even bothering to get under the covers. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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Ya I know short chapter, don't worry the others will be longer! Also let me know if any of my grammar or spelling is off. I didn't get anyone to read it and when I uploaded this it messed up a lot.
Thanks!