Lillian-Rose's eyelids flew open as she sat up in her wooden chair, a bow just starting to take shape sat on the desk in front of her where she had uncomfortably rested her head. She wasn't asleep, of course not, certainly not, not in the hotel room close to the king's castle. Oh gosh, she [i]was[/i] asleep. She blinks rapidly multiple times in a successful attempt to awake properly. She had been lacking very often of late with the war raging on around the light side order after order came in and Lilly was always swamped with work. She decided it fitting to take the bulk of the work instead of placing it on the shoulders of her father's friend or her father's apprentice... no, her apprentice. She had to remember that. With each day can a stronger yearn for her father. His kind smile, his humbleness, the jolly tune he'd whistle will creating weapons even through the war. She missed him dearly but now she had his business, his legacy, now hers. Despite her mother's constant plea for Lillian-Rose to sleep, take a day off, she did anything but. She ran her ... eyes over the half-finished bow in front of her, a simple design. The man, of elf blood, requested a bow of a very simple design with the names of his family, killed in the war, carved into it. Lillian gave a yawn, stretching her arms. She needed a breather from the stuffy workshop. That was when she remembered where she was. Not home, not the place of sleepful nights. Not her village but where the king called home. Lillian-Rose bit her bottom lip looking eyeing crates in the corner of the room, full of daggers, swords, bow and arrows and weaponry of many other makes ready to be taken to the soldiers later that day, when the sun revealed itself. She needed a breather from the small stuffy hotel room.

The door did not give a slight screech as Lillian-Rose nudged it open unlike the door of her workshop. A gentle breeze blew through the trees, playing with thinner parts of Lilly's brown hair. Lillian-Rose peered outside, yet to remove herself from the doorway. She took in a long deep breath before slowly walking outside. At this time of night the her village seemed to sleep, the only light source flooding from the open doorway of Lilly's workshop. The city was quiet, asleep but it seemed to linger an unfamiliar lively buzz in the night air. She tugged at her short sleeve black top with a sigh before slowly turni g to shuffle back into the isolation of her hotel, that was when something caught her eye. It was a figure dropping from the balcony of the castle. It dropped closer and closer and closer to the ground. Lillian-Rose gasped slightly and ran back inside. She grabbed her white woollen coat and wrapped it around herself before running toward the king's castle, to the falling figure. Her healing skills were not top notch and the figure was probably as good as dead but thought it be unfair to not even try.

The closer she came to the castle the more obvious the fact the figure was not there. Perhaps it was a trick of her mind? Maybe it was  an angel, Lilly doubted that, there aren't many angels left. That was when she looked up to see the shadow if a winged figure flying through the cloud. His or her silhouette revealed by the light of the milky moon and Lillian-Rose's sharpened senses. Lilly followed her out of something that didn't usually tug at her as deeply as it did now- curiosity. The figure soon fly far enough to now longer be in the young elf's view but guessing where the figure was going Lillian continued on. In the distance was a small group. Soldiers? Rebels? Or just plain stupid Lilliy didn't know but she, too, was out at such a time so so couldn't really talk. That was when it hit her like a hammer. A small collection of frost clung to the young elf's coat. Of course the light side had cool days and snow days but not like this. Bitter nipping cold seemed to tease the young elf now. 

As Lillian-Rose edged closer she could see, from the hand of a silhouette, was clearly a sword. Well to after endless hours making and forging would know she backed up slowly before turning an running toward where she thought the border was. She won't be part of the start of another battle. She couldn't be. However, whether it came from taking a wrong turn or another means, she could not find the border. She was lost and did not wield her prize bow. She had no idea where to go. Her village were simple people, intellectual enough yet knew very little of the dark parts. Soon enough the group she saw earlier came into view from a closer vantage point. Lillian-Rose proceeded to admit something to herself, she was scared.