You look up and see two people.
You look up. There are two people standing in front of you. You try to
look up and see their faces, but the sun is behind them and all you
see are their silhouettes. One seems to be a tall woman with hair that
is so long, it reaches her ankles. The other is a tall, muscular man.
"Could that be her, Hirae? She looks rather young," says the
man.
"Of course! She looks about eleven, and it's been eleven years
since the Warrior of the Woods died."
The woman bends over, you can see her, now. Her hair is flaming red,
her skin very pale, and she has golden eyes.
"Are you okay?" the woman asks.
"Y-yes," you reply, "Do you know me?"
"No, but she thinks she does," the man says.
"Oh, stop it Gariath. Young one, do you know where you are?"
"No, I don't even know who I am."
"Come with us."
"There she is!" says a voice.
