[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b3/2b/e3/b32be32f53dcf852823b9d4ece9ac642--beauty-tips-hair-beauty.jpg]Elena[/url] stirred in her sleep, unbeknownst to whoever was around her that her body would attempt to engage in some form of auto defense mode whenever anything came into contact with her wounds. But she was unconscious, and therefore her abilities were extremely limited, if not totally useless at that point.

[I]"...you were always so weak, nothing like your mother. Maybe that's why she passed away before her time, the thought of having [b]you[/b] as a daughter--"[/I]

With a loud gasp, the young villain sat up. She winced in pain as a sharp sensation seemed to stab her side. Elena slowly came to her senses as the nightmarish voice in her head faded and she was able to take in her surroundings. Clutching the wound, she addressed the man whose presence didn't alarm her, yet it didn't help her feel any safer either.

"W-where am I?" she asked, her voice a low whisper as it was almost unrecognizable, even to her. Recent memories slowly started to flood in. The last thing she remembered was being betrayed by one of her own...but why? Her death wouldn't mean much, so what did they have to gain from it?

"Are you here to help me?"

Elena tried to stand up on her own, but such move proved itself to be a terrible mistake rather quickly. Yet when she looked down, the wound from earlier was almost completely gone. The pain though, that was a different story.