Darkness, all around was cold and dark. Where ever this was, it smell of moist earth and cool salty air. "You will know, dóchenka. When it is time, when the sun's light is fading and the moon rises in blood you will know." She let those words revolve in her mind once more, turning them over and listening to them again. Her father hadn't said how she might know, only that she would. The walls of earth around her screamed of pain and hate, the soil had begun to smell of blood. Still she laid on the stone bed with her eyes closed, willing it to not be so. It would not silence, in fact as she laid there the screams grew louder in her ears over the roar of the distant ocean.
If it was really time, then why had her father not come back? He hadn't said he would, but she had always thought he would come and release her from this place when the time came. She had no idea how long she'd been here, had it been hours? Days? Weeks? Shuttering her mind went back to her father, smiling kindly at her when she'd accepted his words and stepped back from the hidden door which would guard her. Something wet ran down her cheek as she remembered him, his smile and his soft voice whenever he'd spoken to her. For a brief second she thought water must have been dripping down, maybe it was raining above. It wasn't raining, a quiet part of her mind knew that too. Would he be angry that she hadn't stayed longer here? Would he be disappointed when she came back home?