You walk into a town you don't really recognize, but it does have a vague familiarity among it. You walk around aimlessly. You have your hood up, hoping no one will recognize you.
You look curiously at their fashion, which is very different than yours. You look down at your Fire-Village outfit; a black and red top, a matching skirt, black leggings, and a black jacket/cloak; and realize that you probably stick out like a sore thumb. You walk into a clothing store, hoping to find a new outfit that fits the style of...where ever you are.
You've never really had many choices when it comes to clothing. You never had many choices when it came to anything really. They, who ever there are (were?), are very strict when it comes to rules and laws. Individuality was rarely noticed unless you were an official, athletic, and/or a model. All of the smart and creative people are not only pushed to the side, but punished, even imprisoned, for being better than the average person and using their brain.
But here....
Free will still exists. They can make their own choices about who they are and what they do. You've only heard stories of places like this. You never thought you'd be in such a place. It was all so diffrent...
You had no clue on what to do.
You walk into a clothing store, looking at the variety of prices. Where you were from, everything cost the same, no matter what. And the variety of outfit choices also blew your mind. Normally people only had two or three outfits: your work uniform, village-theme uniform (for outings), and one bonus outfit for being at home and awarded for good behavior. Right now, you were wearing your village-theme uniform. You were never caught in other villages because you either only traveled in public during visiting days or you stole a different uniform.
You snap out of your thoughts, due to you bumping into a woman. "O-My-Gosh! Im so sorry!" you exclaim, "I wasn't watching where I was going! Completely lost in thought! I'm sorry!"  She laughed, "No, no. It's just as much my fault as your's."
She's very pretty and when she smiled, even more so. She is old enough to be your mother or aunt. Her long dark hair framed her narrow face. You looked at her green eyes. Eyes that had felt so much sorrow, so much pain and regret, but now that seemed to be in the past. Eyes can tell a lot about a person, and she was definitely a very happy person with an interesting backstory.
After taking in her appearance you realize that something had fallen out of her basket during the collision. "Oh! You dropped something," you said, bending down to pick it up. It was a beautiful hair pin, a red dragon wrapped in a golden metal. When your fingers made contact with the metal, your vision went black.
Half a second later, you saw the pin again, but you were in your house. It was in your mom's hair. You then realize where you were. It was your last birthday with your family before the incident. Your mom was taking the pin out of her hair and giving it to you.
"This little dragon has kept our family together for generations. Remember that as long as you have it, we will be with you."
Another flash. It's night. You take the pin out of your hair and place it on her night stand. You whisper to her. You leave.
"As long as you have it, I will be with you..... Goodbye...."
Black again.
You're back in reality, you think. Your breathing is suddenly heavy. You shakily stand up, placing the pin in her hand. She says something. Your eyes suddenly can't focus. She speaks again. Her hand is on your shoulder. Her voice is muffled by water. Again, she speaks. You can barely understand her. "Are you alright?" Her voice is urgent. You try to control your breathing. "I'm fine." InOutInOutInOut. In Out. In. Out.
You can see better, but your legs are still shaky. "Are you sure?" She sounded like she didn't believe you. "Yes! Perfectly fine!" You didn't mean to suddenly be so aggressive, but that's just how it came out. To prove you're fine, you take a step forward, but you end up stumbling due to your spinning vision and unsteady legs. "No! You're not!" she says, catching you.
"What's your name?" she asks, supporting you. You struggle to stay upright. "(Y/N)."
"Do you have a place to stay, (Y/N)?" She asks, brushing your hair out of your face. You shake your head 'no'. She thinks for a half a second, before she decides. "Come on," she said. Feeling like you have no other choice, you let her take you out of the store.