In a barbarous, foreign, far away land. Where there wasn’t sign of any soul, where everything is like the purgatory. Where the sky is dark, really dark, almost like being at night. In that place our heroine woke up. There was a big oak in the background, sacred tree of the place. She realized surrounding it there was vines tangling it. There were bushes of a dull color, a green greenish dancing calmly while it surround it. Our heroine felt a small pebble in her leg, ancestral pebble, like all the pebbles that were in that place. She could see some smoothed stones, probably they were from an ancient fortress, but almost decay over time. She saw some banana trees gave shadow to the place. The smell of wet dirt and rotten foliage made her hungry. She was disoriented about her location. Some butterflies flutter around her. Everything was silent except for some cicadas that screamed in the surroundings.