Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141206135720/@comment-5824038-20141206140643

The woman walked through the cold, biting chill of the night air. She had been walking for hours now, and she was miles away from Leyawiin. Everything had gone wrong there.

Out of the darkness a light showed, dim at first but then it got brighter. The woan made for it, and when she got there discovered that it was a farmhouse. She knocked on the door, and waited.

About 10 minutes later an old man opened it up. 'Who's there? Have you any idea what the time is?'

'I am - it doesn't matter. Just, can I come in, away from the wind and cold?'

The farmer muttered something under his breath, and then let her in. She sat herself down in front of the last emers of a dying fire, and began to warm up.

The farmer, after closing the door, turned around to get a good look at her. When he saw her, he gasped, and ran off.

The woman payed little attention to this.

The man came back, with something in his hand. 'Excuse me, miss, have you ever seen this before?' he said, holding out an old Dwarven chronometer.

'No, I haven't,' she said, puzzled.

The man opened it up, and showed her the inside. 'It fell from the skies a week or so ago.'

When she saw it, she gasped. Inside the chronometer was a painting, and it showed a woman with long red hair. The painting looked almost identical to her. 'From the sky,' she whispered. 'Louis...'

Princess Marya sat there for the rest of the night, staring at the chronometer, and softly weeping.