Being royalty, H'ana was always aware that there was a risk of being kidnapped. After all, what better way was there to make a cheap buck than to hold a princess hostage? 

This wasn't the first time that H'ana had been kidnapped and she was almost positive that it wouldn't be the last. Or perhaps it would be as thus far, this had been the most trying of her kidnaps. The distance that they had traveled was like anything she had ever witnessed in a situation like this before. It was also extremely cold where she had ended up. [i]Chon'sin wasn't known for having a cold climate.[/i]

To make matters worse, she was only eleven years old and not exactly the model of strength or vitality. Sure, she was perfectly healthy for her age, but being dragged that far and occasionally. . resisting. . her captors had added to her wear and tear. She was surprised that the brigands hadn't brought down the axe on her quite yet, but she was grateful. Well, that was true until they had arrived in the "dungeon".

Being pushed along in the oppressive atmosphere with two goons squeezing her arms, she stared with large eyes at the bleak darkness that lay before her. It was cold, dark and smelled horrible. And next thing she knew, there was sound of a gate being opened and she found herself being shoved through the opening. The gate closed in front of her and the two goons spoke among themselves before striding off, leaving her with no answers, exhaustion and a brutal sense of awareness.

[i]Smack. Smack, smack.
[b]THUMP![/b][/i]

Throwing a few quick punches and then a kick at the bars, the Chon'sin princess wore herself out rather quickly. Falling to her knees, she stared at the opposite side of the bars craving the freedom that it offered. "Seriously. . what kind of jerkfaces kidnap a little girl?!" Very mature, H'ana.

It was only then that she felt a tear fall. Then came the shaking. Her parents would come to her rescue once more, she was positive. For some reason, however, she couldn't quite convince herself of that fact. She also couldn't help but notice that there was a knot in her stomach and this felt eerily like a final destination . . .

Desperate to avoid the thought, H'ana became aware of her cellmate for the first time ever and turned away from the bars to get a quick glimpse at the individual in question. It was quite difficult thanks to more tears that threatened to fall. "Name?" She said with a bit of a sniffle, before wiping a fallen tear away, "I mean, what's your name?"