whiteroses
The land around me was dry and empty. I was alone. No-one around to hear me scream. This place was a wasteland, and there was nothing I could do about it. I would die here, and I had to accept that.
Adapting to my new life was hard. Everything was different, and I stuck out like a sore thumb, being basically the only person on the entire planet who didn't have pale skin and black hair. I literally didn't belong here, but it was the only way I could be safe. He said so himself. He wouldn't put himself first, no matter what.