It was a warm morning, as a Woman entered the Hotel,

where the Knights of the city spent their free time.

She looked around, but she fell to her knees before she could ask anyone.

A hand rested on her shoulder, as her view got blurry.

She could her the screaming of voices,

but nothing she heard made any sense.

Till everything around her got dark.

There was no light, no sound, not even the possibility to feel herself.

Her mind raced trying to remember what happened.

A cold grip getting a hold of her.

Something flashed before her eyes.

That is it, the memory she wanted.

She watched herself, wearing a summer dress, walking into a tent.

It was larger than the ones she knew and it was strangely coloured.

There was something on the stage, a person.

At least she thought it was a person,

Something about that person got her attention,

she couldnt say why, but it was to late.

There were people, guiding her to the Stage.

Before she could collect herself, did she stood there.

Hardly being able, to see anyone.

Her concerns were ignored.

She was certain, that she was against it.

But she no authority.

Then everything got dark again.

The Memory had not stopped yet,

she was surrounded by … a box.

Small gaps allowed a bit of light to enter.

She felt it, before she saw it.

A sharp object pierced the box,

with her body in the way.

Yelling out in pain, got cheers from the outside.

She wondered why, with each object.

Piercing her skin.

Her mind still raced, as the darkness vanished.

Looking down at herself.

Despite a few holes in her dress,

did she look fine.

She felt her where she got pierced.

Soon, that pain got ignored.

That it. the reason she came to the hotel.

Deep down, she knew, something was wrong.

Even if the people that watched her, didnt believe it.

She felt a hand on her shoulders again.

her eyes opened. A young man, sat on the bed next to her.

Assuring her that she was fine now.

Looking down at herself, she noticed the scars on her skin.

The promised her, that they would search for the one responsible.

After a few more words, did the knight left.

she closed her eyes again, trying to sleep.

But from the corner of her eyes, did see another sword. waiting.