I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

The dark lady would travel deeper. The howling wind would ruffle her torn, maple dress. Her head was low, only the faint glimmer of her azure orbs were seen in the shadows. A muscular build would push on, orbs examining her surroundings carefully. It was all ash and dust. A lifeless world grew around her. What was once a beautiful land full of color and texture is now dead. The shadows had claimed these forgotten lands. Only fallen trees and memories remained in this place. The woodland spirits were gone, leaving the roaring wind instead. Even though the flora and fauna were gone, this disgrace still roamed. Hidden in the shadows, she chose her path wisely. She wanted to be away from everyone else. No-one needed to see her. She was better off alone. Alone will her shattered self. Alone with her mad mind. Alone with her soulless body. Alone with her pain.

What was she? Was was she doing? What was she doing in her life? She had nothing. She had no family. No-one loved her. She was just as cold as her wicked gaze. She was a disgrace to her kin and family. Her brother hated her, so did her cousin, as well as all her ancestors. And yet she was still alive. No-one stopped her. No-one healed her. A voice in the back of her mind wanted someone. Someone to love her. Someone to care for her. Someone to free her from what she has become. She needs to be healed, now or never.

Walk.
"Talk." Thoughts and voices