"Have a nice day."

Genevieve Darrows bowed respectfully to her tutor, the lesson having come to an ed at last. It had been a dance lesson, specifically for the ballroom, and though it might not seem as though it was important, it was a vital aspect of social interactions. She had to be able to carry herself well, and even a slight mistake might be noticed and capitalized upon, at least by those who sought to bring her disgrace and disrespect. It would also be useful for when it became time to pick out a suitor, though that would not be for a while now. 

With the lesson concluded, she turned on her heels and left the room, walking intently towards her next lesson. A schedule was laid out in her mind of things she had to do and places she had to go, one she tried to adhere to as best she could. there was just so much responsibility she had, and things that she needed to learn and attend to, that she couldn't afford to waste any time. That and her own personal belief, since she saw it as letting those people who counted on her down if she didn't carry her burden of obligation well enough. 

Still, she couldn't help but feel her mind begin to wander as she strode along the brightly colored and warmly decorated halls of the Academy that she attended. It had become more prevalent in recent days, though she didn't know the cause for it. But she had....begun to doubt, who she was, what she was doing. The weirdest sensation had lingered in her thoughts, the feeling that something was missing from her life, an uncertainty that this was what she wanted to do, that this was the life for her.

A sigh filled her chest as she glanced out a window at the sunny day outside. Yet for how nice it was, it didn't fill her with energy, or make her any happier. There was just this void, an uncertainty of purpose, and she didn't know how she could fill it. In the meanwhile she had made it to her classroom basically on autopilot, and without thinking opened the door and stepped through. 

It was only when she had turned around and prepared to greet her next instructor that she noticed something was off. Very off, in fact. The room was now a corridor, her instructor nowhere to be seen. It was strange colors, colors that confused and swirled, before she realized that she wasn't inside at all and the sky was the color of blood and there were shadows closing in around her with deaths on their wings and oh god what was going on here-

[i]Stop it[/i]. A mental slap knocked her out of that mindless panic, bringing her back to the present. She ran, but now she did so consciously, and not in tumultuous fear. It was enough to notice the other girls nearby, confirming that she was not the only one in this predicament. Other classmates? She could only hope so.

Then suddenly a bright light in front of her, a girl wearing armor with a spear who stood in front of her and who, most importantly, had none of those shades that threatened to tear her back into mindless fear once more. So the direction was hardly needed as Genevieve followed the instructions and ran to the girl. And in the meanwhile she could only wonder. What was going on here?