[center][color=lavender][h2][i]Freya Carstensen[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
Dark memories swirled in Freya's sleeping mind.

At the sound of someone's voice calling out, she stirred, like trying to swim to the surface from the depths, nearly drowning on her way up. When she broke the surface and came to her senses, it was with gasps and panted breaths. [color=lavender][i]Damn nightmares.[/i][/color] She sat up, bare hands feeling thick undergrowth in the forest floor she'd been unconscious on.

[color=lavender][i]Wait... am I still dreaming?[/i][/color] It sure didn't feel like it. She blinked rapidly, trying to slow her breathing, and she finally realized there were other people around, some asleep, some awake, and suddenly Freya felt self-conscious for the panicked state she awoke in. She awkwardly brushed loose hair out of her face, her forehead damp with sweat.

[color=lavender]"I'm... I'm okay,"[/color] she finally answered, looking up at the boy who'd asked from her seat on the ground. She tried to rise, only for a bout of dizziness to come over her, forcing her back to a knee. [color=lavender]"At least I think I'm okay."[/color]

Nothing about her surroundings looked familiar, like nothing she'd ever seen before, like... not even [i]earthly[/i]. She'd seen her fair share of nature documentaries, and nothing like this place ever came up.

[color=lavender]"I'm Freya, by the way. Does anyone know what's happening? Anyone remember anything?"[/color]