Cp 2: Where Am I?

Aria dragged herself into the shadows, allowing it to consume her whole. Her foot landed on something, then sank in it. Aria missed her footing and tripped over. Her face landed on a cushion of unknown substance-as soft as cotton-and at that very moment, she knew what it was.

'Snow?'

She immediately stood up as the frost pierced her skin. She looked around, hoping for and answer. She quickly spun around, no door or portal was there. Everywhere she looked it's just white, white and more white, and of course a forest of fir trees. These trees weren't the same as those in Rouldon, these were more...ferocious as Aria puts it. Suddenly Aria felt a tingle, her hands wrapped around her head. The minor tingle has now mutated into some kind of headache. The pain grew. It was cold. Aria's vision turned blur and it was only a matter of minutes before the agony knocks her out. Her knees fell to the floor, then her torso. Everything went black.

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'...are you fine, my dear?' came a voice.
Aria moved her fingers slightly.
'Are you awake?' the voice grew louder and clearer.
'........huh..?'
'Ah! You're awake!'
The sudden scream woke Aria up, inside out.
'...where am...I?' Aria tried to form a sentence.
'You mean you do not know where have you been?'
Aria still couldn't make shape of the face of the person. The voice sounded gentle, comforting. She forced her mind to concentrate onto the figure. The silhouette soon became a lady. A lady with a pair of graceful eyes, pointy nose and snow white hair. Her ears were slightly sharp as well. Aria was stunned by her extraordinary beauty. Her skin was too snow-coloured and it was as smooth as marble floor. Her fingers were unusually long. It took Aria just a few minutes to notice that she herself wasn't afraid.
'My name is Giselle, Giselle Earthheart. You can call me Zel, it's fine with me,' Giselle smiled.
'Oh, hi.. My name is Aria. What happened?' Aria asked.
'We can talk about this right arter you washed up. The fresh clothes are on the Marwood table over there.'
'Thanks.'