Kyro, Coen, Mary, and Hadley ran up the stairs to see that the girl was crouching on a bed. In her left hand she held a dagger, and her right hand was holding another dagger that she had stabbed into the wall. She waited and watched to see what was going to happen. Kyro slowly walked toward her.

“You can put the daggers down, we are not here to hurt you.” Kyro explained. The girl still did not move. Kyro took one more step, and the girl was frightened. She quickly threw the dagger in her left hand, at him. Kyro ducked, and when he did, Coen jumped over him to fight the girl.

The room quickly filled with suspense as the girl ripped the dagger out of the wall. She jumped at him, and Coen stepped back. Coen drew his sword, and stood there, two feet away from the girl. He went toward her, and they started battling. But before anyone could get hurt, Kyro grabbed the back of Coen’s armor and pulled Coen away from the girl. Coen was not expecting this, so when Kyro pulled him back with such force, Coen fell, and the both of them toppled down the stairs, leaving Mary, Hadley, and the girl upstairs. Hadley looked at the girl, and the girl looked at her. Hadley felt a sense of familiarity between them. But then out of nowhere, Coen threw a pan and it it the girl in the head. “Coen!” Hadley yelled as the girl fell.

The girl woke up, but this time she was in a different location. Similar to the other house, she was in a bed in the upper level of the house. The walls looked as if they were made of orangish-brown wood, and tan-white calcite. She sat up in the bed, and saw a girl sitting in a chair next to her with light orange hair. She looked at the girl with light orange hair and saw that she had some soup in her hands. The orange haired girl gave her the soup.

“I am Hadley, you probably saw me at Kyro’s house though.” Hadley said.

“Thank you.” The girl replied, and started to drink the soup.

“You’re welcome. So, what’s your name, and what are you doing here?” Hadley asked. The girl put down the soup.

“I don’t know.” “What do you not know?” “I don’t know my name or even what I am doing here.” She started to drink the soup again. The room filled with silence, until the girl finished drinking her soup.

“Well, what would you like me to call you?” Hadley asked. The girl looked outside the window, and saw a bird. “What is that called?” “Oh, that is a raven.” “Then you can call me Raven.”

“Well, I’ve never met anyone named Raven before. I like it.” Hadley responded, “So, I have you some clothes that you can just slip on.” Hadley gave her some extra clothes, and Raven put them on over what she was wearing before. “Sorry about earlier, when Coen,” “Who is Coen?” “He is my half brother, the one with dusty brown hair, and the person who threw an pan at you. Sorry about him.”

“It’s alright.” Raven said.

“So, you don’t know what you are doing here, you don’t know your name, do you know your age?” Hadley asked.

“I don’t know.” Raven responded.

“I am eighteen, and it looks like you might be eighteen too. Do you know anything?” Hadley wondered.

“Nothing besides you.” Raven answered.

“Well then, why don’t we go outside to breathe some fresh air and get you familiar with the other people in this town.” Hadley said.