Blurred vision took in the colours, shapes of the land around her. Lightness blinded her vision, her eyes scrunching up, focusing. Letting out a distressed groan, Leila sat up, dazed and completely drained of energy. How had she got here...? She was sat in a lightly wooded area, yet the tree's where stripped of their bark and leaves, and where there should be grass there was the odd bone or skull. Odd indeed. Turning around, Leila studded her position more clearly, and let out another sigh, this times frustrated. That damn Shadow!! With a huff and a stagger, she at last managed to stand, though her stance was hardly promising, being both shaky and woozy her head thumping as though being whacked repeatedly with a hammer.
The sun was bright as it prepared to set, the sky stained orange and red, golden yellow streamed here and there. Everything about this place was unfamiliar, yet suggested danger was at hand. Searching the dusty ground, Leila retrieved her blood stained sword, a strange symbol of a forgotten past to her. She examined it closely, running her hand along her blood spears carefully, thoughtfully. Not red blood, but blackened blood, meening demons. Again her head throbbed, and her hand rose to greet a large wound, blood trickling down the side of her face like a small gentle stream. It stung to touch, but otherwise seemed fine... for now, just a mild headache most likly.

Glancing down, Leila made sure to check her clothing was intact, and found her eyebrows knitting together in a new found frustration. If only she could kill Shadow... Her dress was completely dusty. The blue Had been tinged white, her black boots now a light grayish colour. Mumbling somthing un coherent, Liya sheifed her sword, and went about patting the dust off her dress, cussing the random god here and then. The job of cleaning her dress took a maximum of about 2 minutes, and with the dress cleaned as best she could, Leila began to talk to looking for a way out... or at least a clue of a way to get somewhere OTHER then here. Perhaps a town, she could do with a drink.

Ahead the sunlight seemed brighter, and she began the steady walk towards the light, as though about to meet her maker, eyes squinted, mouth ajar slightly, her breathe coming out fast with the effort to stay upright in her dazed position. Once clearing the forest, she stood at the side of a small - even dustier - road. Her head throbbed again, and falling down onto one knee, Leila rested her head into her arm, her elbow upright on her knee. This headache was draining her... she could feel consciousness slipping, just as the sound of a disturbance could be heard. The sun was fast setting, meening she had little time before Shadow had her turn... again. Voices now could be heard approaching, and as she was Leila was hardly in any state to fight and bandits, or even demons. From behind her the voices seemed loudest, and Leila turned her head just in time to see a movement in the trees. She wasn't alone.