Dusk was settling upon the forest as the singing birds gave way to the crickets chirp of night. Shade cast upon the forest floor sometimes let little droplets of waning light peek through from the golden settling sun. A quiet breeze rolled through the trees as the unconscious elven girl stirred.
Fluttering her eyes wide open, a bright haired blood elf girl found herself in a bed of brambles and grass. Fingers grasping at the long blades of tallgrass, she pulled herself upright, stopping to pull a random weed from her tousled blond hair. Shivers ran down her spine as the cool of night crept over. Standing to her feet, she suddenly felt dizzy. That was when the terrible realization hit her that she had no clue where she was. Shadows seemed to dance in the distance of the woods held at bay by the slivers of sunset that remained. She was lost in a strange place and at the most dangerous of times as well; who knew was terrors lurked under the dark of night?
If that were not enough to shake her nerves, a more somber thought hit her: She couldn't remember how she got to this place. For that matter, she couldn't even remember herself. That was the real kicker. She didn't know whom she was. Let alone anything else around her. It was as if her life until this moment was a vivid dream that faded far from memory in the dawn of waking. Fleeting, fuzzy images danced and teased before her mind's memory. As hopeless as holding on to a fading dream, the last remnant of her memory flickered out leaving her cold. Running her hands down the length of her torso over a finely boned corset of silken blue, she mused she must have been someone of riches, fortune or importance. A frill of white lace skimmed the neckline of her bodice bolstering her ample bust of sun kissed lily skin. The corset hugged her narrow rip cage all the way down to her hips where it plunged into a V shaped line that fanned out into the skirt of a magnificent gown. Baby blue Sin'dorei silk that spiraled down to the floor, was occasionally interrupted by long ribbons of white crushed velvet and intricately woven lace. The white satin slippers that were tied in perfect bows at her ankles were obviously never meant for a wilderness such as this. Perhaps she was a wealthy Sin'dorei noble who had escaped villainous kidnappers, she wondered.
At any rate, she couldn't stay here to become helpless prey to the creatures of the night. Whomever she was, she needed to find shelter or help fast! Holding her arms across her chest shivering for warmth she began what was sure to be a long journey. At first every direction looked the same: Trees and brush as far as the eye could see. In the west, the sun melted it's brilliant gold into a fading orange-purple through the trees illuminating something. Something brick maybe mortar? Whatever it was it had to be better than the unknown of the wilds, so she precariously held her skirt and started off through the trees.
As she walked on a few miles, she began to feel as if someone or something was watching her. Fireflies and wisps floated in the heavy air of the woods giving off a faint glow to light the way through the darker shadows. The young Sin'dorei pressed on, her eyes focused on something… something that looked like a structure or some sign of civilization in the distance. As the distinct masonry came into view, she realized what it was she was seeing. A stony bridge arched over a bubbling brook that now reflected both the sparkles of the setting sun and the illumination of the moonlight steadily drawing higher into the sky.
Cautiously, she extended a slippered foot to test the sturdiness of the bridge. Much to her relief, she found it as steady as it looked and proceeded to head across. After all, this had to have some purpose and most likely lead to some kind of civilization. From the center point of the bridge, she stopped to take in the beauty of the dawning night. The brook seemed to rise as far as her eye could see, winding it's way through hills before crashing against a snow topped mountain range in the distance. She inhaled, taking in a deep breath of night, her full bust nearly spilling from it's tight confines before enjoying a long sigh of an exhale. this was sure to be a long night.
Crossing the bridge, she found a narrow, somewhat overgrown path greeting her on the opposite side. She must be on the right track now. Wading through the brush, she walked into the night. The sun finally withdrew it's last rays of beaming light and nestled into the hills for the night as the deep shadows overcame the woods. Her long, pointed ears would occasionally prick at the sounds of the night. The rustling of animals hunting their nightly meals racing through the trees. Crickets sang in a fluid melody along with the twinkling hum of the glowing forest wisps.
Trudging through the grass, the moon rose high into the sky as the lost elven figured she must have been walking for hours. The immaculate pearl white slippers she had found herself wearing when she awoke, now looked a dingier shade of gray; the soles caked in mud. Frantic thoughts had haunted her throughout the night. Perhaps she was being pursued by some unseen predator in the night. Perhaps in the process of losing her memory, she suffered some fatal wound she could not feel that was slowly killing her. Perhaps she had other dear loved ones who were hurt or devastated by her loss. This thought sent a forlorn pang through her stomach, though it made her dizzy to try and concentrate to understand why. She just needed to survive through the night and things would be better when she found the other side.
Her stomach was starting to growl and she found herself parched as she reached a moonlit clearing. An uncomfortable lump in her silken gloves had finally urged her to take them off. As she did so, the culprit to her discomfort was revealed: a diamond tennis bracelet with the engraving "Faebelle" hung from her dainty wrist. 'Faebelle' That must be her name, she thought. She beamed in delight, her cheeks flushing with color as she had made some progress even if the rest of the night seemed dismal. "Faye-belle" she rolled the name off her tongue as if testing it out. It was after all, a lovely enough name. She held the bracelet wrist to her heart and turned her eyes to the sky to send a quick prayer to the goddess of the sky and night. "Elune be praised. Please, guide me in this dark of your blessed night."
Her moment of pause and reflection was curtly interrupted by the unmistakable snap of a branch. Errant footsteps scuttled about in the shadows. Somewhat accustomed to the general sounds of the wood after her long trek, she knew this wasn't just the sound of the forest settling at night. Her heart pounded so hard, she swore she could feel it throbbing through her head. What if this was the cause of alarm that had followed her through the night. What if this was some pursuant looking to finish her off. She had after all, had to suffer something terrible to destroy her memory of everything and everyone the way it was. Her knees trembled as she quietly sank against the trunk of a large maple tree. "Who… who's there?" she called out in a quavering whisper.
In a flash of quickened shadow, he emerged. A hulking elf, considerably taller and broader in build than any she could recall, leaped forth. Brandishing a sharped knife, he tossed Faebelle a crooked, sinister grin as he held the weapon against the side of her frail neck. Her mouth fell open as if to scream but she could muster no sound. Furrowing her brows in a pleading expression, her bright green eyes looked up to him, a single tear streaming it's way down the soft complexion of her cheek. Would she meet her demise so soon, having nothing in this world but her name to call her own.