'Len.' It hit me so sharply when I woke up that it made my head hurt. I winced slightly as I sat up and looked around. I could barely see anything, it was so dark. 'I need to sit for a minute and think anyway.' I sighed and tried to think back on the previous days. My breath caught in my throat and I stared at the ground.

'What's going on? What's happening to me?'

This couldn't be possible for this mainly happens in those fantasy books that I used to read at the Library. But what's with that name that I thought or heard a little while ago? Even if it was a while ago, I couldn't remember if I had thought of it or heard it. Who is Len? 'I hate to accept the fact but...' I hesitated to finish my thought but it was indeed true. I swallowed and closed my eyes. 'I've lost my memories...'

A flash of something, a picture or memory, went through my mind. It was a girl, wearing what looked to be some sort of sailors outfit. Her hair was blonde and her eyes were an amazing mix between red and blue. It wasn't purple though, for the colors weren't mixed. 'How do I know that they aren't mixed though?' When the memory of her became clear, I suddenly felt extremely nauseous. Her memory quickly became distorted in red. I quickly covered my mouth in hopes that it would keep my from throwing up. My eyes became watery and I felt like crying even though I wasn't sad, just really confused at how I was reacting to the memory of a girl. Why is the memory of her red though? I started coughing violently and decided that I probably shouldn't think any farther on this matter since it was making me somewhat ill somehow.

I should probably try and find out where I am. I leaned against the wall and used it for support. My muscles ached and were really sore. I winced at the pain but pushed through. 'Alright...I should look around now.' I felt along the wall and found some sort of entryway.

I looked up and found a hallway. There was light at the end of the hallway. I nearly rejoiced at the sight of it but pain kept me at bay. I carefully let go of the wall and inched forwards, taking careful steps as so I won't be in so much pain. I made it to the end of the hall and looked at where the direction of the light was coming from. It was another hallway that was lined with torches. I carefully reached towards one, thinking that maybe I could use it and take it back where I came from so I could scoop out the area, but quickly drew back my hand away from the intense heat.

"No it's not worth the risk." I quickly covered my mouth in surprise at how somewhat deep my voice sounded. It was a little too high to be a guys. 'So I'm a girl. Well at least I got that settled.' I sighed and smiled. At least knowing my gender gave me some comfort.

I started walking down the torch-lit hallway, being careful as so I wouldn't set off a trap or be prepared should I ended up getting chased. I laughed slightly at that thought. I wouldn't be able to run very fast, much less should I be able to escape anyone.

I stopped for a moment to rest and take a look at my wounds. I winced upon seeing my legs. They were covered in deep scratches. Some were old and some were fresh. 'I hope those fresh scratches aren't too fresh though. I'd hate to run into anyone that made them.' I suddenly tensed up. Footsteps. Light ones but they're definitely coming in my direction.

I gotta hide. 'But where?!' I looked around. There was no where to hide and even if there was, I wouldn't be able to make it there in time. I was best off just running. I smiled slightly. 'Even if it's no use...' I quickly but carefully stood up. It was now or never. I have to run. I quickly took off running back in the direction I came from when the stranger came around the corner, just in time to see me take off. "Miss, wait!" the voice rang out. It was a man's, probably came from someone a little older than me.

'I don't want to stick around and find out thought!' I put on an extra bolt of speed and tried running faster despite the pain. I heard the footsteps behind me. 'The guy is running after me? Well I'm screwed.' I ran around the corner into the dark hallway and out into the room where I woke up. A burst of pain went through my leg. I cried out slightly and collapsed. 'No! I need to escape!' I attempted to crawl. It's pathetic but it's all I can do. I realized I was looking at the floor and looked up. It was a dead end.

There were no more hallways. Just boxes of stuff and shelves lined with food and other necessities. Fear washed through me and I went completely numb just staring in disbelief at how this could become a dead end and a place where I will die. I suddenly tensed up at realizing that I couldn't hear the second pair of footsteps that were running after me just a few minutes ago.

'I don't want to turn around but I have to! If I'm going to die, I might as well die fighting.' I slowly turned around to look into the face of my supposed killer. I looked up and was surprised at how he looked.

He wore clothes that looked to belong to royalty and were dyed purple. He's clean looking and not dirty and bloody like herself. He has blonde hair and stunningly clear blue eyes. I blinked and realized I was getting lost at how handsome he looked. Then I realized how he was looking at me.

He was frowning and looked supposedly sympathetic. 'He feels sorry for my position and the pain I'm going through. But I doubt it. A killer would not feel that way towards someone they're about to kill.' I looked down at a loss for words and noticed his sword attached neatly in it's belt by his side. I instantly froze up upon seeing it and slowly started inching away. The boy looked down at what I was looking at, probably wondering what was scaring me.

'It's the belt. Is that what she's afraid of? Oh! I need to get rid of it!'

Wait a minute. Was that what he was just thinking? How can I read and hear his thoughts? The boy quickly reached down for his belt and I quickly tried inching away. Who knows if that's what he was thinking. I'd just rather not find out. But instead, he quickly untied the sword from his belt and tossed it into a dark part of the room away from him.

I watched the sword hit the ground. What is he doing? I looked quickly back at him. He took his gloves off, stuffed them into his pocket, and reached a hand out towards me. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I mean you no harm and was only going to bring you upstairs. Had I known what my guards were doing to you, I would've come as soon as possible." He looked away regretful. 'What is he doing? Is this a trick? Well I'm not falling for it!' I inched away from him a bit more and then froze as my back hit a wall. He looked up at me surprised of my reaction. "I don't mean to scare you! I just want to help you. I'll protect you from the guards, so they don't mess with you again."

'What is he saying? I don't remember anything about there being guards.' I looked up at him and he smiled slightly trying to be reassuring. "W-What are you talking about? I don't know anything about guards."

His eyes widened in surprise. "You mean you don't remember?"

"Remember what?" I tilted my head in confusion. He looked at the ground sorrowfully. "That's too bad," he said. He straighten himself up and took a few cautious steps towards me. I didn't shrink back this time. "I will help you get you're memories back and I'll help restore you back to health. I'll also give you my life and protect you from the guards. So please, trust me." He closed his eyes and bowed, his hand still outstretched. I looked at him in surprise. Not only was he promising to restore me back to health, but he was also going to help me recover my memories and protect me. It's still a little risky but I'd be willing to give it a shot. What do I have to lose?

I hesitantly reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked up at me. "Okay, I'll accept." I smiled. His eyes widened like he's never been this happy before. "I promise that I'll do the best I can!" He said reassuringly and bowed again. I laughed. "No need to bow and by the way, I didn't get you're name."

He smiled. "It's Len. What's yours?"

My smiled fell. "I don't know..." Len's looked at me in surprise. "You mean you can't even remember your own name?" I shook my head no.

Len ran his hands nervously through his hair and groaned. "Well I need to have something to call you. Do you have anything in your pockets that may have your name on it?" I looked down and put my hand in my picket to see if I had anything. Nothing. I tried another pocket. There's a small sheet of paper. I pulled it out. On one side of it, it had in deep scratches was the word, Rin. I showed it to Len.

"Could this be my name?"

"I don't know. But it could be a possibility. Let's just go with that for now." He gave it back to me and I stuck it back in my pocket.

"Can you get up?" He asked standing up. I looked at the floor. "I don't know." "Well let's try." He reached down and gently grabbed my under my arms, hoisting me up. As I put my legs onto the ground, they gave out and I fell. Len caught me.

"I'm sorry." I breathed. "It's okay. I can carry you up to your room. Just rest." He said and picked me up bridal style. I nodded and rested my head against him. I instantly fell asleep.

'I trust you.'