Time seemed to slow down around Killashandra as she stood there, awaiting to see if there was any response to her call. Was someone in there hiding in the shadows, somewhere beyond the darkness was there grind or foe or perhaps there was nothing but trickery playing in her mind as the winds whistled through the trees of the forest on this evening. Surly someone would answer if there had been but then again if she had been the one that lay within the doorway, would she answer out to the call of one she did not know? Could she have added that she was grind to one she did not know? Perhaps not for sometimes the friends that we see at face value, beneath them lays something cruel and unyielding and those that appear to be monsters are truly the kind and gentle hearted. 


	Killashandra had learned years ago to never let things go by face value alone for she had been used by those that she held dear before. Them only wanting what they seemed and giving no consideration to what they should give in return to the ones that stood beside them. It had driven her away from more than one so called friend in the past and even now there were those she knew that made games of her needs while she tried to catered to their whims. Making her wish she had a greater strength to end them but loneliness was a cruel mistress and it caused one to hang on to the past when it should be buried before any more trauma could be caused.

	Then again there had been those she had stayed away from for one reason or another only to find they were truly a diamond in the rough, only needing a single word of kindness to reveal what a rare gem they were in a world of hardship and turmoil. How she longed go meet more such as those, for they were too few and too far in between in this life and the next. Perhaps she should take a chance on seeking out to find if there was friend or foe, either way, as she looked at it, twas better than nothingness, perhaps it was the nothingness she feared but at this point in her life she did not have the luxury to fear what was already before her.

	Taking a step and then another she pushed her way deeper into the building that she had come across. Something had called to her when she stood on the precipice of time at the shores edge. Causing her to wander into the forest and away from the harsh brutality of the waves crashing and wearing down the cliffs. She sensed no malice before her as she wandered, every so often calling out and listening to hear of there was any reply, but malice could be hidden, like so many things, in the shadows so much could be kept in the darkness. Veiled from reality.

	"Hello?" she spoke again as she stopped and looked around, pulling her journal out and taking the quill from its spine. Soft eyes looked on cold parchment that was soft and expectant. Taking a breath she left her fingers fly across the blank canvas. She wanted to be able to see more clearly and while there was some light it was not as much as she would like. The cold walls seemed to play tricks the longer she stood there and she longed for the soft warmth of true flame, a gentle dream to break the fog of memory. 

	Once she had finished the drawing she replaced the quill back in its resting spot in the binding of the journal before ripping the page out and closing her most treasured possession. Tucking into the belt of her bodice before holding the parchment between her finger tips, it catching on fire at the highest point of the paper and melting into a wooden torch a flame with soft flickering light that her place fingers wrapped around.

	"Hello?" she called once more.