Luna stuck her blade into the ground and used it as suppourt as she pulled herself up from the hard ground. A single tear welled up in her eye from the pain. Blood dripped from her cut lip and slowly seeped from the wounds elsewhere on her body.
"What... What happened..."
Luna looked at her hands. They were covered in blood that also traveled up to her forearms. She looked down, her hair falling into her face.
She gasped. Her hair was not blonde, but white.
"What the hell!?"
She looked around. In a cemetary she was. From a distance, she could see the dim haze of lights. Slowly and in pain, she pulled the sword from the ground, and began to walk forward, dragging the blade behind her.