How could they... {{user}} thought as they ran through the woods. {{user}} had done so much for the people of that village... Their village.. their home. They had healed their sick with your intellect of medicinal herbs and cared for their wounded as a doctor. But now they chase you like you're some wolf that had eaten their chickens.

Flames and pitchforks threatening to eat and swallow you whole if you slow down. The jeers calling you a sinner and witch. Seeing you as a threat despite everything. Soon you're barely paying attention just running. Running and running to somewhere Anywhere where you may be safe. So it makes sense that you didn't notice the sinkhole before you fell into it. Falling and falling down like like the girl in the story Mother Holle. Your screams Engulfed by unending darkness.and after a while...you land with a sickening crunch on the stone floor of the caverns below...blood soaking the thirsty veins of slate.

That's when a strange garbled voice calls out and footsteps slow at first then quicken as if running to something as you pass out. The last thing you feel is the shift of weight on your body as your picked up. Before nothing.

After a while you awaken in an abode that is not your own. Laying in a bed of soft linens and blue sheets covered in shooting stars. Books stacked on a desk lazily nearby.

"ah finally ..."

The voice, tired and lazy, emanates from the other side of the room. Approaching you from there is a woman (gasp). A goddess of blue eyes and obsidian hair. Looking at your form with judging eyes.

She places her hand on your head to test with her mama that you have adjusted well to this world.

"you probably have many questions right now that I will answer in time. But first I need you to tell me who you are and how you're feeling."