[center][h1][color=AD7672]S ʏ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɪ ᴀ[/color][/h1][/center]
[right][hr][color=gray][b]The Well of Valdis[/b]
12th Day of Autumn, 1088 AD[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]The pink-haired girl took a moment to think. For some reason, she couldn’t recall it at first, which was a strange thing in itself. It was something that she should’ve known without a second thought yet here she was full of doubt, fear, anxiety, and ignorance. It took a moment, but she looked at the girl who approached her, holding the sword in her hands tighter and tighter with each step the stranger took. As the words came to her she took a deep breath to clear her nerves.

[color=AD7672]“Syrenia. My name is Syrenia.”[/color]

She could recall the memory of a woman calling out to her in a pulpit, surrounded by other women of all types. After awakening in a blank haze, it was refreshing to remember [i]something[/i] considering the nothingness that had consumed her mind. A name was a start of putting the pieces in her head back together, and Syrenia knew that a start was a good thing to have. However, it seemed that the location she had awoken in did not have many more answers for her, or at least she couldn’t remember anything about the place she and this stranger found themselves in. It was a horrific place, with dark grungy water and the smell of rot and excrement; a place that no woman of any kind belonged in, even in death. She wished she knew of where she was in spite of such things, however. To be lost in such a place was an awful thing.

Her eyes were full of dread as she looked at the stranger before her. What she said next likely did not give the woman any peace of mind.

[color=AD7672]“I have no idea where we are.”[/color] She said, still coughing from the taste. [color=AD7672]“Though, I wish I did.”[/color]

Syrenia kept her eyes on the woman and the room as she another one of the “corpse’s” coming to. 
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