The scent of cherry blossom trees filled the air as I lied atop the rocky ground. Pink petals drifted, some falling over my bloody hands.

The pain was unbearable…unbearable. I was stabbed and left to death, but here I am, fighting to live.

I try to open my mouth to yell for help, but I am silenced by pain.

Maybe the royal guards from the castle will come my way, searching for their lost princess.

Or maybe they will still think I am locked in my room.

But I am not.

I’m bleeding out of the stone cold ground, tears streaming down my face.

The quiet hum of the waterfalls near me coax my anxiety.

Light pink was starting to dot the sky, the sun was near setting.

“Do not let my name be forgotten,” I whisper to the wind.

“Your name will never be forgotten,” a low voice says.

I turn and see Ben, my guard.

I am saved.