Rain. She could hear the rain. It fell lightly beside her ears. It pelted her face next. She still couldn’t move, could barely breath. She couldn’t remember her name…

She could feel her fingers twitching as she tried to close her hands. She could feel and hear the deep breath she took, gulping down the fresh, life giving air. She willed her hands to close, begging her muscles to agree with her. Her mind was empty, only a simple numbness dwelled there. She could hear nothing but the rain. It made it hard to command her body. Finally, when she could get her hands to work, she tried to open her eyes. She struggled for a moment before her eyelids parted. The grey clouds above peered down at her, soaking the red substance off of her. Blood, she realized.

As slowly as she could, she forced herself to roll onto her belly, bracing her arms on the dirt in front of her. After taking three more deep breaths, she pushed herself to her feet, wobbling as she did.

“Whoah Whoah Whoah, hold on now,” came a voice from her left. She turned her head to look and found a beautiful woman looking back at her. “I haven’t finished fixing you up yet.”

She let herself try to think, to remember *anything* that had happened….Juno…that was her name. She had fought alongside the revolution. It had been a bloodbath and a disaster. That was all she could recall. The woman was kneeling beside her now, tucking the loose strands of blood soaked hair out of her face.

“Please, lay down. It’s for your own sake. What good is a dead queen?” The woman asked. Juno stiffened at the title.

“I am no queen,” she whispered in a rasping voice. “I abandoned my people when they needed me most. I am no queen,” she repeated, lips trembling with cold.

“Well majesty, I guess we will have to agree to disagree then,” the woman said with infinite gentleness as she slowly turned her around and layed her down on the soft, cool grass. Juno hadn’t realized how tired and in pain she was until a few moments later. Lucky for her, she was out cold soon after the woman began to clean and wrap her wounds.

(I’m tired, it’s 2 am, and idk why I torture myself by doing these late at night)