Bids. That's what I awoke to on that day. A few rays of sun trickled through the tree I sat under, yet I was cold. I sat up slowly due to my random soreness. And the second I regain my senses I'm instantly drawn to my strange attire. It was a deep brown shirt and leggings, two gold straps wrapped around my torso to hold a black cape, it's collars holding up high around my neck. I find a dagger strapped to the side of my VERY expensive looking boots and some keener ones on the inner of my jacket. I go to stand up farther and then i gasp as my hand touches slightly at the sword at my side...tainted red. My mind races, questions, denial, fear and many others as I pick the sword up slowly. But that was the end, that was when i saw it...my 'special' thing that threw me in, more like BACK in,to someone else's story. That. Was where my new life began, screaming into the open air.