Every fiber of my being existed only to feel pain.. My muscles wouldn't obey me, my legs and arms were twisted around myself in ways that could only mean that my bones were broken in multiple places at once. I tried to breathe, but any air that entered me was pushed out by my attempts to scream. I was getting suffocated by my own agony. I tried to force my throat to vocalise a scream, to get it to yell for help. But it was useless. I began to cry, cry out in pain. It didn't manage to vocalise any more than my screams but the hot water dripping down my throat dripped on my tongue and slowly filled my throat. As the tears flowed down my throat it got harder and harder for me to even gasp in enough air to scream. I could feel my lungs convulsing inside of me before the limit was reached and, in an effort to push as much water out as possible my head got jerked around. With a loud "snap" I could feel my already damaged neck break.

For a moment I sighed in relief the pain was gone, at least for the moment and I could, maybe finally see something? I managed to open an eye, only a slight bit and as soon as I did the pain pulsating trough my head was almost enough to make me throw up. I squeezed my eye shut. For the moment I could feel the sun on my skin. Maybe if I waited for night I could try and see something? And so I sat there, in a mangled body, in an unknown place at an unknown time, and I had no Idea who I was.

I awoke? Had I slept? I wondered for a bit. I had been unconscious for one reason or another. The cool night air brushed against my skin like the hand of a gentle lover. I could see that I was sitting in a whole that had been made when something- wait. Had I been creating this crater I was sitting in now? Had my body hit the ground with such force that I had been like a meteorite, creating holes? It seemed that way. Around the hole I could barely make out a few white feathers. Who had left them there? An angle ? Why would an angle leave me here in this hole? Suffering and tormented. Maybe it was a bird instead? If that was the case this little buddy had lost a lot of his feathers. I could barely make out my mangled form under me. I was only wearing a simple shirt and pants a pair of sandals and a hooded cloak that was held in place by a piece of string around my neck.

Something was off. Was it the silence? No. There was a rhythm in the silence now. A crunching an heaving breath. It came closer. Were they here to help me? "I- I ah mh hheeehhee." I croaked as well as I could. The steps turned towards me. I saw a face looking over the edge of the crater.

It was a woman, I was pretty sure about that. She opened her mouth and closed it again. Then, in the most angelic of voices she said, without raising her voice: "What in the absolute fuck are you doing here dipshit?" She sat down onto a rock just barely inside my field of vision. Considering the fact that a whole lot of rocks ware right in my field of view I was sure that she id that on purpose. She slowly lifted one of her legs and put it over the other. Even though I was sure I had no feeling in my chest at all I could feel my heart rate skyrocket. "Wwhooo?", I managed to press through what I was sure was a crushed windpipe. "My name is Regina. She said. Don't dare to call me anything else. Don't try to give me a nickname or anything. Regina." I must have looked confused because she added. "Names have power. The giver of a name has power over the thing the name was given." She grinned evilly. "But you have to overpower whatever you want name. Which is why I am going to give you a name right now This broken body of yours cant put up any resistance. And since I don't know your old name I will call you…." She swayed her head a bit. "Innomi Neuno." She stood up again. "I would hurry up if I was you Innomi. When the sun rises again I plan to feed whomever I can find to a bunch of hairy beasts. If I can feed them enough they should be weak enough to overpower for me. And then I can name them. I will have a small army of monsters to do my bidding. And who knows what I will do afterwards?" She turned around. "Have a nice last night of your life."

I whimpered for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and blowing as much air as I could out of my lungs. At first nothing happened. But, after trying again and again my head moved slightly then, after what felt like hours, my neck snapped back into place. The pain exploded back into me and only willpower and my urge to survive was keeping me from passing out immediately. I flexed a muscle. I screamed out in pain but as soon as the bone touched his other broken brethren they fused together in the right way. I was about to cry again, but it was happiness this time. It would take the whole night to heal this way. At least I assumed that, but I would only welcome being wrong and it being shorter than that. And even with only one arm I might be able to escape far enough to heal before being found again by this Regina.

But that was not the only thing I wanted to heal for. I wanted to know. What were the names of the place and time I was in? What was my name? Why had HE forsaken me and brought me here?

I decided that had to live. To find the answers to those questions. To rub it into that Reginas smug face. And to not die in this dirty little hole in the middle of nowhere.

I was too important for something like that.