Silence once more hung between the two as they stared at each other before realization raised in Kostia's eyes. "You're head." She muttered while the strawberry blonde's brows drew together in confusion. "When you were brought in they called a healer to look over you more severe wounds. She mentioned that the hit to your head might cause some serious damage to you, should you survive." Kostia explained with a calmed ease though her gaze was absorbing the young woman's reaction to the new information.

"Should I survive?"

"You weren't breathing right. They though you would stop, even as they attempted to heal you as best as they could."

Nodding the young woman frowned once more. "That still doesn't answer why am I on a cell, or even where I am."

"We are in Polis, our sacred city." Kostia answered before pausing. "The cell is a precaution, you are a stranger that fell from the sky at night. You speak the language of the mountain men even if you can walk the earth."

"Fell from the sky?" The strawberry blonde repeated incredulously. "How did I even survive that? And who are the mountain men?"

"The maunon are our enemy who live in the mountain. They take our people, children, men, women, elders it matters not. Some return as ripa others are never seen again." The hate and rage that sips from Kostia as she explains the mountain men cause a shiver to run down the young woman's back. She wasn't sure she had ever seen anything similar to the glint in those brown eyes that spoke of blood and murder. Then again it wasn't like she could remember ever seeing that look. "They are the reason for the acid fog that kills many of my people, and only speak gonasleng. What you speak."

"Okay, mountain men bad," The young woman breathed out through the tense and hostile air the grew around suddenly. "And they only speak English and not whatever language you speak?"

"My people speak Trigedasleng."

"Right. I don't think I can even say that without tripping over," The strawberry blonde breathed nervously, her hand going on instinct to play with a chain that hung tightly around her neck absentmindedly. "What did I fell with though? A pod or something?" The words 'pod' fell from her lips naturally and though her memory may be blank her knowledge isn't, or for that matter logic.

"You were found at the bottom of a hill." Kostia answered though her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "The metal contraption was in flames when the Commander's gona found you."

"Commander?" The young woman raised an eyebrow at that. "Your leader?"

Kostia tensed almost instantly. "Yes. It is the Commander's decision whether you live or die."

Die?" The strawberry blonde chocked on the word blue eyes wide in fear. "Bit extreme isn't it?"

The look the rave haired girl sent her way was hard and unwavering. "You are a stranger and a threat. If the Commander believe you to be a dangerous threat then you will die."

"Why bother saving me then?" She questioned her tone frantic. "Why not kill me as soon as I was found? That be sure to save people trouble."

At that Kostia smiled somewhat fond. "Like she would ever save herself trouble." It was said in her language so the strawberry blonde didn't understand but she did find the tender expression curious. Sadly it was gone before she could even really question it. "Many have suggested your death yes. Even the Commander's most trusted advisers. It is in the end however the Commander's decision."

"Great," The young woman scoffed and shook her head, wincing again at the sudden move. "So how do I not die?"

"Are you a threat?"

"A threat?" The strawberry blonde looked at Kosti in disbelief. "I free fall from the sky, crash badly, end up a prisoner with no memory and every time I move it hurts or I feel the need to throw up. At this point I'm pretty sure your Commander and you know more about me than I do. Tell me honestly do I even appear to be a threat to you?"

"You could be." Kostia states nonchalantly. "These are troubling times. You could be a danger to us or the Commander."

The young woman huffed frustration burning at her insides. "How dangerous can someone who doesn't even remember her own name be?!"

"And when you do remember?"

"Pretty sure you can still kill me," The strawberry blonde retorted rolling her eyes once more. "Unless I somehow manage to find the Fountain of Youth or a way of becoming immortal."

At that Kostia snorted. "Be sure to tell if you ever do."

"You'll be the first I go to if that were ever the case," She nodded sarcastically at the raven haired girl and before either knew it they began to laugh. It felt good to laugh even more so given the current situation. The strawberry blonde was kick to gasp in pain and for breath however hand moving to her side. A good enough reason fit the laughter to fade slowly as she attempted to breathe correctly once more. "Guess I'm still banged up. No more free falling for me." The young woman joked to which Kostia frowned.

"Do you remember nothing?" The raven haired girl asked sitting beside the strawberry blonde but still at arms length. "Who your people are? Family?"

The question felt like someone had punched the young woman on the stomach. Did she have family? People that were out there looking for her? Or thinking she'd died? It hurt to think about both physically and emotionally. She tried to push to remember anything, but nothing even so much as flashed through her mind's eye. It was all blank. "I can remember the name of things what I know and don't know. Everything else is just blank. I don't know if I have family or not. Can't remember where I was born or used to live. The people. Not even my own name, like I have said." For some reason the name bothered her most of all. It was her name. The most crucial and tiniest of information about herself and she didn't know it. It sucked honestly.

She wasn't aware of the tears feeling her eyes until they fell down her cheeks. Working on instinct once more, the strawberry blonde was quick to wipe them away. Tried to not feel the ache and the hole she felt from within. She felt so unsure and honestly scared about everything. The death sentence hanging over her head, the not knowing, even breathing was scary and painful.

"What do you think of the name 'Emma'?" Kostia asked seemingly out of nowhere brown doe eyes staring at the young woman intently.

The strawberry blonde frowned, confused. "It's a name? Why?"

"Because, it's the name in your necklace."

At that the young woman froze and looked down a second later at the same time her hands reached or the same. She couldn't see it herself, not completely anyways, but sure enough her hands touched the engraved name following the pattern of the words. They slowly made their way to the back of the strawberry blonde's neck unhooking the chain and holding it in place as she bought the necklace to her line of sight.

Silver chain, gentle and delicate held the engraved 'Emma' at the center, expertly made though clearly hand made in bold cursive letters. In smaller writing, that she noticed, the words 'To Em on her 18th birthday. So proud kid' stood out as she brought it closer.

Emma.

It could be her name just as it could be. Someone could have just given it to her just because it was pretty. Or maybe Emma had given her the necklace. However looking at the chain once more, the trouble and effort, the care someone had placed on it. It made a yearn to be 'Emma'. To have someone care so much as to have something like this made just for her. A present to celebrate the day she was born from a parent, or a loved one.

Looking back at Kostia 'Emma' shrugged as if untouched by the emotion she felt, even if the tears were a dead give away. "I guess 'Emma' will have to do for now."

Kostia raised an eyebrow. "A bit picky for someone without memory there skai girl."

"It's too simple." Emma criticized raising her chin in mock haughtiness to what Kostia scoffed.

"Because you have so many better names to pick from."

Emma smirked at that placing down her hands after locking the chain around her neck. "Precisely."

An amused grin lifted Kostia's lips as she nodded respectfully at Emma. "I like your spunk, sky girl."

About to give a reply, Emma stopped from doing so by the booming sounds of footsteps walking towards them. She watched Kostia tense and become alert as she stood, the strawberry moved to follow letting out a quiet whimper, and using the wall behind her as support. It was long before an entourage of what Emma would assume are guard came into view most male but for the one female, and all equally scary and intimidating dressed in armor and carrying swords. They appeared to follow the female, a blonde with sharp facial features and hard brown eyes, that when locked with Emma's glared in suspicion. It was what could be better described as 'pretty but deadly'. She was definitely older that Kostia by about ten years or so, but just as quick as she looked at Emma she looked away and focused on the guard nearest to her.

He was quick to obey the silent command the blonde woman had offered as he moved to open the cell's barred door, letting the woman and the rest of the guards inside.

Kostia and the blonde engaged in a stare down before the blonde spoke. "Did you get what was necessary?"

More gibberish Emma couldn't understand.

"It's been hardly a day and she just awoke less than an hour ago. What do you think?" Kostia huffed and stood firm and defiant even as the older woman's eyes narrowed at her. Emma was impressed. She would have likely ran away screaming right now if she could.

"Answer the question Kostia," The blonde woman bit out. "Leave the fighting for something else."

"I'm in the tower as she request, doing as she commands. Tell her she'll have her information once I'm done."

A tense silence filtered out as Emma and the guards watched between Kostia and the blonde. "You are done."

Emma had no time to register anything before one of the guards likely the youngest stepped in and grabbed Kostia's upper arm, not roughly but with enough strength to pull her to walk out. The way Kostia's body stiffened she looked about ready to fight, only she didn't. The guard began to lead her away from the cell and that's when Emma reacted fear for the girl taking over.

"Hey!" She called out moving from the wall and stumbling slightly feeling dizzy. "Where are you taking her? Hey!" Emma moved towards the one nearest, that being the woman but didn't reach her. Legs gave under her causing her body to crash down, with only her arms to hold out the impact. The straw berry blonde looked up her blue eyes connecting with the blonde's brown.

"Weak."

"Float you," Emma replied automatically but the blonde woman did not even so much as glance at her then choosing that moment to walk out of the cell, the guard that had opened it closing it fast behind her. They were all gone a moment later and it was only then that Emma allowed her arms to also give away as she fell to the hard ground. Pain took enveloped her the becoming even worse as she turned on her back and laid there immobile and breathing heavy through her nose. She hoped from the back of her head that Kostia was alright, were ever she had been taken.