3. What kind of system is this?

It was a relief to know I was alone. Something in the bottom of my vison on the right hand side kept bothering me. It was like a spot I couldn't clear up or blink away, no matter where I looked it was always right there at the side of my vision. Concentrating on it, a screen popped up in front of me.

"Wow." It had my name, Leah Dawson with a Lv. O by it. There was a red bar with HP 78/100. The number was steadily growing even as I watched and I did feel better. It had another bar below it that was very small with MP 10/10. It was all like a game.

Underneath all this was a Traits space and it had Regeneration and two lines of dash marks listed below it… I wonder what that means? Do I need to discover these traits? Do I need to level up?

My exploring came to a startling end when the door was slammed open. The people walking or more like flooding into my room wore dull muted colors of blue, green, and yellow dresses with black lacy veils over there heads. They were see-through just enough to let me see their basic features. A few of them held cloths in their hands and as they set these up on hangers or folded them, the others began to pull my covers away and gently but sternly get me up out if bed.

"whats going on… What are you doing?" The silent women continued their busy work ignoring me. They began undressing me and somehow a washbasin was produced and they began to roughly clean me.

The water felt unreasonable cold like it was scorching my skin but I didn't want them to know I was in pain and held in my screams. I didn't want to show any signs of weakness to these people. I still had no idea what they wanted me for. Every-time I tried getting and information or even a reaction they where like stone. The veils weren't making things easy for me either.

Cold Resistance Learned, Cold Resistance Leveled Up To 1!

A strange voice sounded in my head almost making me jump out of my skin. The women still continue their tasks ignoring my half-hearted resistance. I may not show my pain but I wasn't going to make it easy for them.

The washing didn't hurt as much anymore and now my skin only turned red from the rubbing which now was starting to heal faster and faster. The women noticing this began to whisper in a language I didn't understand.

Pulling up my screen sure enough under Traits it had Cold Resistance Lv. 1. It seemed things leveled up by doing or experiencing them, just like a game. It seemed Regeneration was what I thought it was and it was going to be very useful. I still wondered what the other hidden traits were.

Black cloth being shoved over my head brought me back to the four women surrounding me, pulling every which way to get me dressed and my hair done. By the end of it my waist felt several inches to small and it was becoming hard to take in a full breath. My hair was pulled up tightly in a French twist and hidden under a long lacy black veil. Soft black silk covered me from head to toe, most of it form-fitting with a full skirt.

The ladies stepped back admiring their work as one of them broke off and went to the door. Sure enough the pale caramel haired women stepped into the room and took me by the arm, all but shoving me out the room.

"where are we going?" Demanding an answer I tried to dig my heels in but her strength was still too much for me to do anything against. The other one was never far from her and they followed up behind us. Maybe to prevent me from making a break for it?

"Why won't you answer me." She just gave a sly smile and harder tug to pull me along. I had no choice but to follow where she lead. I was getting really tired of being ignored like that. Did anyone speak my language here! Remembering that horrible man and that I could in fact understand him, I knew they could understand me. I was no closer to any information, but so far I was alive.

We came to a stop in front of lavish doors decorated in gold, silver, and more gems then I could count. It was odd how even in the low light none of it really sparkled only gave off a dull gleam. I could hear the muffled voices of people on the other side but I couldn't make out anything. My nerves became more and more worn the longer we stood in front of the doors.

Someone important was apparently inside. What was going to happen to me? Was I ever going to see my home again or Scott. The thought brought tears to my eyes and I was oddly grateful for the veil. I wonder if he is looking for me now…what must he have thought seeing me taken from our world, our home.

The loud crack of the door brought me back to my present situation. For some reason I was expecting it to be bright behind the doors, but if anything it was more gloomy then the dim hallway we had been standing in.