You were a dancer.

You were young and naïve, but you were so very hopeful. Hopeful that some day you would make it big at the most famous ballet company out there, and you knew that you could have made it. You were strong enough, mind and body.

You had the integrity of a rock; at least, that's what your father always told you.

But, you don't remember much, just the little memories here and there that sometimes play at random. You remember the fall. You were twirling around in the woods, your mother had just gotten you new ballet shoes and a tutu, and you were eager to try them out, but then you tripped on a root and fell.

But you were saved. She was a nice monster, none like from the stories your mother would tell you when you were a child. She took care of your wounds and taught you the puzzles of the Ruins. After a few weeks, you were practically an expert at them, which made her proud. Proud enough that she would make you butterscotch cinnamon pie for dessert every night.

And you were happy.

But then you got into a fight. You don't remember why, but you wanted to leave the Ruins. You felt contained, trapped almost, which was strange, because you also felt safe, so why would you want to leave where you felt safe? You just never understood…

She let you go. She wouldn't fight you, or at least, she wouldn't kill you. When she realized you weren't going to give up without a fight, she stopped fighting and let you leave. She hugged you before you left and told you never to come back.

You still remember the slight smell of butterscotch cinnamon pie that accompanied the hug.

You still remember the sobbing mess you were when she left.

After that, it's all just a blur.

You sort of remember the snow, and the tiny town. You sort of remember the skeleton that tried to hunt you down, but never did really manage to do so. You also sort of remember the other skeleton, who told you jokes and helped you escape the small snowed in town.

And you sort of remember the shinning cave ceiling that reminded you of the night sky as you sat in the tall plants, hoping that you wouldn't be found.

But that's all you really remember.

After that, it's pretty much nothing. You feel nothing, you see nothing, you say nothing, and you hear nothing. This goes on for a while. How long is a while, you're not exactly sure at this point. All you know is you're starting to forget.

But then, you hear a cry for help.

And suddenly, you remember.

You were a dancer.

And you spring into action.

So, I haven't written anything in almost three years, and I decided since I'm currently removing a bunch of old stories, why not write something new for the fandom I really enjoy at the moment so that way once I delete all my old stories my account isn't completely dead.

Hopefully it was to at least someone's liking. I wanted to keep it short, and I'm going to do that same for all the other one's as well.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!

-MightSwordPen