(Alrighty, and just for future notice I might make another female character, not sure though)
Liv
"Aye, t'am positive, it'll help to tell someone, I think. Now watch the mirror, and listen." Quietly, I begin to sing a song in elvish, about the demise of my kingdom.
Seen/ Heard From/On The Mirror
'Queen Marianne, King Daemone, there's a mole in the council.'A younger Livi, about 14 years old-looking, treads down the steps, addressing the Queen. 'Mum! They've got Sharn, and Claire!' Two of her younger sisters. A large boom, and the castle shudders. Once, Twice, and then, all was dark. Liv wakes, outside the castle. What's left of it, at least. Suddenly, attacked from behind with a hard, sharp blow to the back of her head, she engages in a weak, hand to hand combat with a tall, shady looking entity. Another blow to the head, and darkness overtakes her once more. She wakes, with a bitter, metallic taste in her mouth. Strapped face down to a sterile, white table. Her back stinging, she realises the back of her blouse is open, and two large, jagged cuts are down the center of her back. An intense scent of chloroform could be smelled, and soon enough, everything goes black, again. Livi wakes in the remains of her home, a large, flat plain of land, with buildings in ruin. Nothing living was left, not even plants.