You can't remember much and you keep forgetting things more often and you can't remember anything past a certain point. The very last thing you can recall is waking up in a burning building of some kind, and then passing out.

Afterwards you remember sometimes waking up in a small camp and inside of a tent, bundled and bandaged up, and occasionally hearing a female humming and singing to herself. You have no idea who she is, or how she found you. You woke up only a occasionally like I said, likely between varrying seasons and weather, since sometimes there were storms, sometimes there was snow. You could never speak, but Gods know you tried to.

This time, you wake up for good. You still can't remember anything, and for the first time in likely months, you sit up with a slow groan of pain, and as usual you hear humming again, from outside.

You slowly and painfully crawl to the the exit/entrance of the Tent and sit on the edge, there at the fire was a pale as white snow girl with four distinct horns poking out of her head, dragon horns specifically and a lomng tail curled around her, and black scales dotted her arms and legs and other parts of her exposed body as it mingled with her skin. Her ears are sharp and her black hair is long, the same jet black color as her scales and horns also coating her entire hand and likely feet, though you couldn't see them. She looked tall from where you were but she was sitting and you were slouched over.

She doesn't seem to notice you yet, but part of you doubts that since some people like to pretend they don't hear you then talk, but it's hard to tell.