[center][h1][color=f6989d]Lillian[/color][/h1][/center] 

	Lillian’s eyes stayed on the man as he fingered through the array of weapons, selecting three. To her disbelief, a corroded book was one of them. What was a book going to do against a pack of massive sized, rabies infested, man-eating squirrels? At least that was what Lillian pictured they would be facing. Perhaps if he smacked it hard enough it could do some damage? Of course the possibilities were endless and it might prove to be more useful than she thought. Anything could happen in a dream. 

    After he finished picking his weapons, the man gave Lillian a reassuring look and glanced down at the bow and arrows. All the others seemed to know which weapon(s) they wanted without much hesitation at all. A tiny voice in her head spoke ‘the weapon chooses the hunter’ but she mainly just ignored it.   

	Stepping up to the weapons, Lillian took one last time to look at all of the options. It was now or never. She snatched the bow and arrow quickly and threw it over her back, courtesy of a leather handle. Was that all she needed? Images of someone attacking her close up sent her digging through the pile yet again. Lillian’s fingers brushed over a razor sharp knife, causing a droplet of blood to escape her ring finger. [color=f6989d]“Ouch!” [/color]She cried out, her face rising with heat at the sight of the blood. Lillian tried not to look or even think about it. She could feel bile rising up her throat, feel the pounding headache. It’s only a little, she could handle it. 

	Now wasn’t the time for little girl tantrums anyway. She had to at least try to be a brave, courageous girl and fight whatever came at her. In order to do that, she needed a sword. Sucking on her finger and trying not to gag, she came across a small, silver sword. Lillian held it with her left hand. It was rather light and even, perfect for her clumsy hands to hold. The end was still pretty sharp though and she would have to remember to keep an eye on it. 

	Lillian’s head popped up at the sound of a high pitched scream. It hadn’t even been an hour and someone was already in trouble? This was one heck of a dream she couldn’t wait to tell...Who exactly? Lillian’s brain was still fuzzy and couldn’t remember anything at all. Of course Maria had said they needed to fight in order to find their lost memories. 

	Before she could think of a plan, Lillian raced toward the scream, not looking to see if the man followed. Part of her assumed he would, at least she hoped he would. Hut, two, three, four! Hut, two, three four! She repeated over and over again in her mind as she ran toward the scene. Five men dressed in shadows  were dragging a screaming woman toward a place Lillian was sure the woman didn’t want to be. It wasn’t the giant squirrels she’d expected but like she said, anything could happen in a dream. 

	The man Donny who had untied her hands from earlier was already there, singing an adventurous song on his guitar and attacking the strangers with his rope. Lillian had never seen anyone fight like that before and she gasped in awe. Glancing down at her sword and bow, it finally dawned on Lillian that she had no idea how to even use a weapon. Standing right in the middle of the road, it was only a matter of time before they’d catch sight of her. Well, she might as well attempt to fight now. It might even be fun. 

[color=f6989d]	“My name is Lillian, champion of justice, and in the name of this strange place, I will punish you!”[/color] She called out, trying her best not to giggle. The saying felt so familiar and something she’d heard a million of times, but once again her memory was blocked. 

	Lillian held out her sword  and walked up to Donny, taking a fighting stance. All she had to do was whack it right? It couldn’t be that hard. She could be a warrior if she wanted to, it was her dream after all. She eyed the hooded creeps with a fierce stare, although it might seem goofy to others. She'd wait for them to say something before she attacked though. It was only fair to hear what was going on.