In Asteria, Year 1356, under a stormy night sky. Amelia— A Young Girl— lies unconscious and bruised beside a tree, lying in a puddle of mud that was created by the heavy rain. Each breath she takes is slow and ragged, like each breath taken is burning the inside of her throat. She lies there helplessly, slowly drifting away from life… then she hears it— unknown whispers rising in her head— whispers that are calm, soothing and somewhat comforting— slowly pulling her back to consciousness

As her consciousness regains, faint sounds of water hitting the dirt ground washes over her ears. The sounds of people walking by are faint but there.

Amelia stirs slightly as the voice continues to repeat the same name and phrase over and over