This is how Swaying Rose came to the Source ^.^
Rose reclined on the hill watching over the flock listening to their lowing smiling to herself. This was the part she loved the most relaxing and keeping an eye on the sheep. Suddenly a piercing pain shot through her head blinding in its intensity. Words began echoing all around her barely discernable as if the speaker was distantly away.
“Champion...hear my call....calamity....throw wide...…”
Rose pressed her hands to her ears and closed her eyes tight shut. As suddenly as it began the voice stopped but when she opened her eyes she found herself in a deep blackness balls of ice floating all around. Ahead in the distance she could see a faint light.
Terrified she ran towards it the ice floating past her. Within them were glimpses of her memories. The first time her father Stout Briar asked her to help in the fields. Cooking with her mother Shining Rose. Seeing her mother holding her newborn sister Climbing Rose. All of these and more floated past some she hand no idea what they were one was of a young elf with blue eyes and a confidant smirk, another a massive dragon with a dark maw full of flames and angry eyes. Another of a kindly elf with silver hair smiling at her.
Confused and afraid Rose ran toward the light it seemed the safest place to go in this strange place, though she knew not why. She ran till her lungs burned and as she reached the light it became blinding in its intensity. When her vision cleared she saw the worried face of an elder Gladjent woman.
“Well now good to see you awake lass.” the woman said, “Can ye tell me what happened?”
“I...I don't know,” Rose sobbed, “I was watching the flock for my father when my head started to hurt and there was this voice....then it was all dark with ice....and I...where am I?”
The elder woman gently placed a hand on her shoulder saying, “Easy now your in the Villiage of Eastridge in Abalathia’s Spine.”
Rose looked at her confused, “Where is that? That don't sound like anywhere I’ve been told about in Norvandnt.”
The woman gave her an equally confused look, “Norvandt? Child I’ve never heard of that and I’ve traveled the length and breath of Hydaelyn.”
“I....its the world...” Rose stammered, “Whats Hydaelyn?” she began sobbing harder
“Calm down lass,” the elder woman stated, “Why don't we start again I’m Whispering Willow what’s your name?”
“Swaying Rose,” the terrified girl responded
“Wolekodorf in Voeburt My father is Stout Briar my mother Shining Rose we’re shepards.”
“Now there’s a start thought again I don't recognize the place you mentioned if I brought you a map could you point it out?”
The young Gladjent nodded doing her best to calm down. She had no idea where this Eastridge was or why the woman wouldn't recognize once of the largest countries in Norvandt much less why she wouldn't know the name of the world but she was trying to help her.
The elder woman came back unfurling a map and showing it to Rose. Rose looked at it confused it was yet wasn't a map she recognized.
“I don't recognize this....none of it. It looks familiar yet so different....what...is going on?”
The older woman gave her a kind look and said softly, “I don't know lass, I found you lying unconscious on one of the paths leading to the village your skin icy cold.”
“I....the dark place I had run through was cold. Miss Willow I don't know whats going on but I...I want to go home.”
Whispering Willow nodded in understanding, “I will to my best to help you Rose, I’ll ask around in the neighboring villages to see if anyone knows your parents or where this Wolekdorf is. Till then your welcome to stay with me. You say your a shepard?
Rose nodded in response, “Been looking after my family’s flock since I was eight summers old,”
“As it happens I have some sheep of my own that I look after for the village but I’m getting a bit to feeble in my age to look after them properly mind giving me a hand while I try to find your family?”
The young Gladjent nodded, “Aye..I can do that..”
