You awake to the sharp shock of cold water. You franticly pull yourself out of what you find to be a dull, colorless fountain. As you look at your surroundings you find that colorless describes the village you find yourself in best. The sky is grey, the dingy houses are grey, and the silence is grey. The silence. The silence here is deafening. You have no memory of how you got here and search for anything familiar. Your eyes catch a single, small gold rectangle imprinted on the fountain. They widen as you read the text engraved on it. Rest In Peace *Your name* As you wonder how this is possible the thick silence is broken by the tap-tap-tapping of a staff. You see a figure coming down the cobble road, although you can't quite make him or her out yet. Rules: No godmoding. No Gary/Mary Sues Smut must be taken to PMs. You are limited to charaters from the past and present, NO FUTURE. Enjoy yourself.