Jeanne d'arc
Darkness, darkness was all that remained, a deep darkness that encroached on everything. A sensation of falling, tumbling down the hole all the way to the bottom, or perhaps she was soaring upwards to the ever distant ceiling. Wait, she? Was she a girl? There was neither form nor shape in the void, so why she? Even lacking any form of reference, there was nothing to base it on, yet, it was right, coming from somewhere deeper, it was right. That revalation gave birth to a new question, Who am I-
A bright light enveloped everything, the darkness was no more, in it's place a living room had taken appeared, her existence having a form now, yes, she was Jeanne d'arc, maid of Orleans and a saint. This place was unfamiliar, it most certainly wasn't where she had been previously, not that she wanted to be back there to her shame.
Jeanne took a look around the unfamiliar room. The room she had suddenly appeared standing in looked like a living room and jusdging by the things present in it, it was the same era as she had previosuly been in. There was one of those, what are they called again? ah yes a television, along another wall there was a bookcase filled with books although some of the books were scattered across the room meaning the owner was either lazy or an obsessive reader. There was a coffe table as well that looked like it was taken care of meticulously so that might rule out the option of the owner being lazy. Finally her eyes came to rest upon the couch, there were three people in it, two women and one man. One of the women looked well sad and was sitting in the male's lap getting comforted by him.
