Prologue

It was sunrise. The clouds parted from the night and allowed streaks of gold and yellow to come through. As they stretched their long fingers, one of tem touched an object that was sprawled out on the ground. As the light reached its face, the pile of green cloaks stirred. First out was an arm, then a leg, and, within moments, a head popped out. The girl was a beautiful sight. She had jet black hair like the night and emerald green eyes that shoe radiantly.

A bracelet clad wrist rose from the ground and grabbed her head. I can't remember… anything! The girl began to rise from the ground. Why can't I remember what I did yesterday! As she stood, he cloak dropped, revealing a woman clothed in a traditional sorceresses outfit. She looked around soaking in the surroundings. She shielded her eyes from the sun. As her eyes began to touch upon every detail around her, realization struck. I remember… fighting, blood, so much blood, and… and… shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?

As her frustration grew, she heard a voice. She turned to the direction in which it was coming from and found a young girl, maybe in her late teens, standing in front of a large wooden gate. "Speak your business" said the girl who now raised to eyelevel a bow with an arrow settled in it.

What's my name! My name… my name is… is… "My name is Pandora. May I seek refuge in your camp?" shouted the slightly confused sorceress. How did I know what my name was? I can't even remember… she looked down at herself. "What am I wearing?" she mumbled to herself.

She started walking towards the encampment, looking around at the dying trees and muddy ground. It's going to rain she thought as she entered the encampment.