Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: Recovering

As the sun creeped into the barracks causing two of her ‘acquaintances’ to wake up early and contend with their new realities. Andrea stayed in her own fantasy world. Where the sun shined brightly against her dark complexion, where her mother and father kept making embarrassing remarks to one another, her older brother falling horribly to impress any girls. Where the air smelt like fresh bread and well-seasoned food and it enveloped all of her senses. Where elves are finally free and don’t have to worry about picking up a weapon. Andrea softly laughed as she watched her family from a distance. Watching her family from a distance. Her feet wanted to run towards her family, to run faster than the wind without any weight to her shoulders. To be with her family. Yet when she took one tiny step, the images changed.

Her father’s hanged body swaying left and right, a warning to all to see. To learn what happened to escaped slaves. Her brother is still dressed in a shattered and bloodied armor, a Revas death. Her mother that offered her hands opened towards her offering the sweetest smile that slowly decayed, along with the rest of her body. Snarling in pure ravenous hunger joining the rest of her fallen people in an undeath march. Then at the very center was [b][i]Him[/i][/b]. The Protector, the one that doomed her clan and village. Placing golden shackles around her people’s neck as they celebrated him. Andrea’s heart pounded upon looking at him with pure malice. 

However, The Protector approached Andrea. His decayed face showed his bone and bright sapphire eyes as he offered his hand towards her. "[color=00aeef][i]Andrea… Stop running from me. Come, be with your clan again. Be safe in the arms of your protector. Let me save you, please.”[/i][/color] His voice was sweet and angelic, offering comfort to anyone who met him. Standing behind him were all the faces of her town, still smiling as they all mummed in agreement. Andrea stepped forward, and in a sudden moment she spit in his face, glaring at him with nothing but disgust. "[color=ec008c]F*ck you. I will kill you and free my people again.[/color]" Andrea growled. The Protector stayed silent for a moment before he wiped the spit from his face and her people charged towards her.

“[color=00aeef][i]At the point of breaking your soul? Please, come home to me again. This time, I will not let go of you.[/i][/color]” Andrea froze for a moment longer, when she gathered her senses it was already too late. Elder hands gripped her shoulders and arms, forcing her to kneel before The Protector moved gracefully towards her, wielding a dagger of twisting emerald energy with black ooze dripping. Lifting her chin softly, Andrea glared as she struggled before yelling against him "[color=ec008c]A broken soul is better than an enslaved one.[/color]" He shaked his head and eyed her affectionately before shoving the knife into her heart. She cried out as her body twisted and shaked, her ruby eyes turning the sinister emerald,  immediately she sat up from the cot. Gasping for air.

Her hand clenched where her heart is at, panting like a sick animal for a moment, her white hair covering her eyes for a moment longer. Beneath the bandages that covered her cleavage greenish veins pulsed for a moment. Slowly her breath returned to normal as her eyes shifted into a dark violet as she whispered to herself. [color=92278f]“You slept in. Get up, we are burning daylight.[/color]” Andrea ruby hue, sighed slightly. Putting on her tattered layers of clothes and cloak. Taking a deep breath and shaking her head slightly. Groaning softly beneath her breath as her hands rubbed her forehead. “[color=ec008c]I am awake now.[/color]” Andrea combed her hair, cutting any strains that grew, and began to walk towards the door.

Silently she glanced towards Rachel with a slight morning nod as she walked out. Feeling the cold hair blowing against her face as she made her way towards the battlements. Hearing the whisper of something in the ice, causing the sinister voice to raise their non existing eyebrow.  Andrea stared at the frozen sea for a moment before glancing towards the training garrison. Running, training, keeping up the hope that their training would make them strong enough to face any horror in the world. Andrea thought back to the freedom fighters, Clan Revas, the same clan that saved her family. She saw the very same look that the garrison guards had on her people. It was inspiring for a moment before her eyes switched into Emerald. 

“[color=39b54a][i]You shouldn’t stare too long Darling. It might give those poor fools the wrong idea.[/i][/color]” Andrea dismissed the idea and turned away from the soldiers. Holding her arms as she leaned against the freezing stone. “[color=39b54a][i]Awww. What’s the matter? Bad dreams?[/i][/color]” Andrea’s eyes returned to her ruby gaze. “[color=ec008c]No. Bad memories. You know them just as much as I like do.[/color]” Andrea rubbed her chest as she stared at the outskirts of the fortress before her hands returned to her arms to comfort her. Slowly she reached towards her grimoire whispering a small spell to watch the book open towards her. Continuing her studies as her eyes turned back into Emerald with a smirk.