The night was murder. The shifting of moons and the effects of it, the odd fogs and sudden floods; it was all she was told. Travelling outside the owned properties was dangerous without a powerful entity nearby, as many preyed for an easy meal. Her survival was luck, more luck than anyone else would ever have. A miracle unmatched by any other.
In the start of dawn, she collapsed in the middle of a thick forest, surrounded by thornbushes with swirling flowers and gaping maws littering the ground. Those that hunted her were afraid to trail her into the minefield and waited, hoping she'd come out or another meal would arrive.
This was a hopeless wait, later that same morning, her body had vanished. It was removed by a creature clever enough to avoid the many hazards that surrounded her and back. It nursed her to what this world considered health, though that was way beyond it's grasp. Healing was up to the individual and only a select set of tools can truely cure injuries.
The opening of her eyes opened a dark room, with the noise of boiling sounds close, perhaps in the next room. On her stomach was a cold, metalic rock, giving a faint, dim blue light, that lit up part of the room. It was too weak to show any details and only the blue wooden door and black curtains were visible. The curtains were lit like a shadow, with daylight creeping out from under it.
At first, she felt fear and wanted to get up and move, but something held her down. Pain rushed through every vein in her body like a sharp needle has replaced her blood. Her groans echoed against the cold concrete walls, left unanswered. The boiling noise halted, yet the sound of her pain hindered her from noticing. The door creaked open, allowing a black shiny shade to enter the room, backed with the bright light emerging from the other room.