1940 Friday 13th.
It was not long since she woke up. She had been surrounded by mists that she thought could never get out. Her name is Byra Lelaqua. As a child of the highest person, in her country, Denmark, it was new and nearly fearful to be abandoned like this in the middle of nowhere. “jorreria?” she called out to her french maid. No signal back made her shudder.
“Welcome princess, to the forest of death….”
“Arghhh, let me go now, right now!”
And the princess disappeared. Disappeared in the hands of a man eating monster…
Wish her luck!