DV

From the moment you stepped through to the platform, you got weird looks. You didn’t have any wrinkles or dust on your robes, your headband was perfectly in place, there didn’t seem like there was anything off about your appearance yet… they all stared anyways. Whispering behind their hands, pointing at you, gawking as if they’d never seen a pretty girl but the truth was much darker. You unfortunately for your lack of knowledge looked like someone else. A girl. Cordelia Munesto. A beautiful girl really, but what is beauty if the inside is hollow and bleak? A leech in the river edge waiting for a leg to latch onto. Ugly. Really.