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[i]She could barely feel the pain now. Instead, it had all been replaced with darkness - eternal darkness that never seemed to end. How she was forming thoughts in this void was beyond her, but perhaps this was the afterlife, a blob of blackness that let you sit in silence with your own thoughts. All she knew at the moment was one thing; whomever shot that arrow was no mere mortal man. A simple arrow should have never pierced through either her warrior sense or her shield. It had been so painful as well, so much so that she could not get the words out to warn the king... to tell them all that the man needed to be stopped and chased after. It was too late now.

Something was amiss though as a light started to shine through the pitch black. It was not what she expected however - there was no gentle glow to it, no hums of angels, or aura of warmth - no, this was far too familiar of a pain. The sun's rays stabbed into her tired eyes, causing her to lift an arm to guard herself only to realize that one truth. She was lifting her hand? Was she still alive!? That seemed impossible! The healers were no where in sight by the time her lungs gave out and her body gave up. How?...

Grumbling with the displeasure of a night owl, she forced herself to sit up, feeling the cool touch of age old stone and the dust that had made it's home there. It took some moments to get her eyes to truly adjust, the pain of her old nemesis being just as piercing as ever. Finally, her vision blurred into clarity, to which only caused the woman ever more confusion. She was sure she was alive, but how did she end up in a forgotten tomb? Her laying place had been made of stone, the slab pushed aside by someone or something other than herself, and the entire structure covered in a layer of dust that smelled of old age. This caused Elowen to simply paused and stare at her surroundings. Nothing fancy adorned the single hall leading to her and anything that had been there had been removed long ago, almost as if the tomb itself had been raided of it's treasures - if there were any.

To the far end, where the star's light was slowly moving downward as it rose into the sky, was only a big enough entrance for a single man. Originally, it looked as if you could fit a small party through, but an apparent collapse had seen to that issue quite permanently. So somehow, as she gathered her thoughts, she had been dumped into an old tomb. Such questions as 'why' would likely go unanswered for some time, but it was obvious what her next step was - crawling out of this god forsaken place.

Suddenly, that's when she felt it. She nearly jumped up and looked around in mild panic. A voice, distant and yet familiar, was prodding her mind but she could not understand it's words. They faded quickly, forcing her to glance at her own body, only fitted with a simple blue dress. Her armor and her weapon were gone, making the mystery increase in it's intensity by the moment. The worst of it though and perhaps what tore at her mind the most was a feeling of.. abandonment. Her right hand raised to greet her eyes, the rune gifted to her still etched into her skin - into her soul - and yet the pulsing of her goddess' warmth was.. gone. Arete had never left her before and she had come to realize that this mark was a park of the goddess herself, so how could it be silenced?

Balling her hands into fists, she shot a glare to the opening. This was too out of place, too strange and fearful, not to be something - something that was grand in design. She needed to get out and investigate exactly the cause of all of this. Pulling herself from the musty stone resting place, she walked briskly towards the exit and found herself on the other side. Again, the brightness of the sun caused her to wince, but the sight that she saw afterwards forced a gasp from her lips.

She could not believe her eyes. It was the field of battle she had just left... but there were no soldiers, no dead men, no armies, and instead of crisp air she was met with warmth. The fields had shifted, the forest nearby having grown into parts of it while a simple farm house sat right in the middle - it's crops spreading to the forest's edge. This was not the place she had been before...

There was only one real action to take now. It didn't take long, even with bare feet, to come upon the farmer and announce her presence with a simple question,[/i] [b][color=00d2ff]"excuse my interruption, but I have but a simple inquiry - what happened to the battlefield? There used to be men.. laying in the grass.. but now your home is built upon it?"[/color][/b] Surely, the answer was obvious, but Elowen couldn't accept it, not until she heard it for herself.