"Heeeeeeey! Luffy!" Usopp yelled as he was coming down from the crow's nest on the Thousand Sunny. "Luffy! There's a person floating on a barrel!" He pointed after he was sure he had his captain's attention. "I saw her cough so she's still alive!"

Luffy leans over the rail and puts his hand over his eyes, scanning in the direction Usopp pointed until he saw the same thing, or enough of the same thing to know he was looking at it.

"I got it!" Luffy's arm stretched out across the sea, and he flinches a bit. "Oh. She grabbed my hand! Chopper!"

The commotion had been enough to get the attention of the rest of the crew, as Chopper came up from the boys' room, Sanji came out of the kitchen. Nami and Robin were coming down from the garden, while Brook, Jinbe and Franky came from the helm.

"Careful Luffy! If she's hurt a rough landing won't be good!" Chopper explains as Luffy's arm begins to return.

"Eh?!" Luffy's arm twists before he can reply to Chopper, and the person he's reeling in slams into him.

The two go head over heels a couple of times before Luffy is pinned to the grass, his arm twisted behind his back. A woman has him pinned down, her legs over his, his arm in her grip, and a broken and jagged piece of wood in her hand. Her long hair was plastered against her from the sea water, and fierce focused eyes were fixed on Luffy.

As soon as she seemed to register him, she released her grip and dropped the jagged piece of wood.

"My... apologies." She took a deep breath and shifted off of him, sitting on the grass. "You saved me, and I reacted poorly."

Luffy smiles. "It's okay."

"It's not like you were going to hurt our captain with a piece of wood." Robin muses.

The extra voice causes the woman to look around and take in the crew. Her brows knit at the sight of Jinbe and Franky, and she pales when she notices Brook.

"You're bleeding." Chopper says, coming over to her.

"I -." She freezes for a moment, before relaxing. "You're a... forest spirit?"

"Eh?"

"Chopper's our doctor." Luffy explains.

She seems to process this information for a moment before peeling her shirt off. There's a moment's commotion before everyone sees the state she's in.

There's extra binding over the bra she's still wearing, but her clothes, or lack thereof, are hardly noticed, even by Sanji. Bruises and small cuts litter her body, the deeper cut on her arm that Chopper noticed is hardly the worst injury among them.

"I am in need of a doctor." She admits, holding the sopping shirt against her chest. "I am in your care, Dr. Chopper."

She bows completely to the ground, having already been on her knees.

"Ah! Don't do that, you could hurt yourself worse." Chopper grows larger and gently picks up the surprised woman. "It's okay, I'm just going to take you to the sick bay so I can tend to you." He explains as he carries her off the deck and up through the kitchen.

"Oh, we didn't -." Nami starts but is interrupted by Usopp.

"MARINES!" Usopp yells pointing out across the water. He lowers his goggles and gets a better look. "Oh no... Luffy it's your grandfather's ship!"

"I'll prepare a Coup de Burst!" Franky announces.

"Nami!" Jinbe yells and the navigator nods as the two head to the helm.

"The rest of us will keep the cannonballs at bay until we can take off." Zoro says, putting Wado Ichimonji between his teeth.

"I'll let Chopper know we're going to burst," Usopp says, taking off as the rest of the crew keeps their eyes to the sky.

Cutting through the kitchen, Usopp enters the sick bay and freezes in his tracks.

Chopper is on his butt, small sized again, looking in shock at the woman that he had brought in. A few feet off the bed she's frozen in place, literally incased in ice that has taken over a section of the room, there's a peaceful look on her face.

"What happened?!" Usopp looks back and forth from the frozen woman to Chopper.

"Aaaaahhh! Usopp! I don't know!" Chopper's surprise is shattered by Usopp's question, and the small reindeer starts to panic. "I set her down to get my stuff and then it started to feel cold, and when I turned to look at her, she was coming off the bed and just – just froze in the air!"

"M-maybe she's a devil fruit user."

"M-maybe?"

"... Wait, Chopper, look! Is she healing?"

"EH?!" Chopper grows bigger to get a better look and gasps. "She is!"

"Oh that's- OOF!" Usopp's statement is cut short, and he and Chopper are tossed back as the Sunny bursts forward.

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The cold biting winds didn't bother you. This was your country, and you took pride in that. Protecting the Archduke and the northern border of the kingdom was a great honor, and being one of the Winternight Knights was a great honor.

The great magic of the family flowed through your veins. Not only did its defensive capabilities keep you safe, but the offense capacity of the bloodline's magic was second to none. It needed to be, in order to keep winter from consuming the world.

But you could feel the cold pulling away from you. You were too far from the Duchy, too far from the Archduke – too far away from winter to be able to call on your powers. But you shouldn't be able to be too far away. The size of the world shouldn't be big enough. You wouldn't be able to travel fast enough.

Where were you?

Who are you?

Your foot lands on water. It's warm, and clear. There's a well-manicured man looking at you, sitting at a well-manicured table, on a well-manicured lawn. Wherever this place is, it's clean to a point that makes you uncomfortable. The man's hairstyle isn't right for the kingdom, his hair is pulled up into an odd sort of tower bun, and as you look closer there's something around his head, separating him from the world around him entirely.

"The Empty Throne shall crumble to dust, and the terrible curse of this world will be undone. The seas will swell in bounty and the ruler of the shadows will be brought to burn into the light of the Sun." The words spill from your lips, but you don't know that you're saying them.

Light pours from you and you cannot even see the strange man and his strange clothes, though you can hear him screaming for guards. You repeat your words again, and again, rising higher and higher into the air.

Further from the water, further from winter.

But where are you?

Who are you?

"She prophesized the fall of the Empty Throne! Capture her!"

"Did you see that pillar of light?"

"How dare such blasphemy be uttered in the Red Line!"

"Capture her! What if she knows more? What if she knows where the One Piece is!?"

"What do you mean the light's reverting devil fruit users? I don't care for your excuses, get the Hero of the Marines here then! He doesn't use a devil fruit, he can capture her!"

"Look out!"

"Is that ice?"

"She can't have that devil fruit ability, Kuzan's still alive!"

"She's not turning into ice, she's creating it – is it a new Paramecia type?"

"Don't get distracted, stop her!"

"Don't kill her, the power of prophecy must be contained!"

"She's getting away!"

"Prepare the ships, Garp will need to pursue her!"

The voices fade as the comforting cold of your home country moves you forward through the air. The power is immense, beyond any application you had known it capable of prior. As though it carries a will of its own, you feel no more in control of your rampage as you did of the words that fell from your lips earlier.

You had no desire to be caught, so you had no concern for the damage you were causing. This land was not Winternight, and you had no loyalty to it. In order to figure out what was going on you needed to be free, and these people were already ready to slap you in irons. The choice was easy.

The immense power propelling you away was also draining your reserves at an alarming rate. Nothing was around you but vast open ocean. You'd only seen the ocean once before now, but you knew that this had to be it.

As your strength faded your memories faded. Falling through the air you wondered idly why you had decided to run away? Why were you in need of freedom? You had come from somewhere, but what was it called again?

Where are you?

Who are you?

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Heaving in a breath you sit up in bed. It feels like you had just pulled yourself up from the bottom of the ocean and you're panting trying to pull air into your lungs. A strange sensation tickles at you, and you look over, locking eyes with a small deer-like creature standing on two legs, and wearing a hat.

It's looking at you in surprise as much as you're looking at it.

"... Are you-."

"AAAAHHHH!" You scream at the noise and scramble out of the bed, as you head out one door you can hear the small creature screaming and heading out the other door.

You come out onto the deck of a ship, and bright warm sun overhead. You skitter off to the right, only vaguely aware that you're wearing something like night clothes, and run down a set of steps onto –

"-grass?" Your mind breaks for a second and you look around at your surroundings again. There are doors, stairs, two trees, a bench wrapped around the mast and railings on either side of you that look out into the endless ocean.

That itchy feeling pulls at you, and you look over to see a skeleton in a suit with puffy hair come down the stairs across from you. He appears to be drinking tea. He turns to look at you and speaks and you scream again, causing him to scream as well. You dart across the way and go through a door, slamming it closed behind you.

You mean to catch your breath, and gather your wits, but a heavy and oppressive air sinks into you. For the first time since you woke up you feel like you might just die.

Turning toward the feeling, you press your back to the door, eyes focused on the blade leveled at you. The man holding it has the aura of a demon, even if his appearance is certainly human. You don't notice much else about him, except that his one good eye could melt your bones to dust if you weren't careful.

"Stop. Screaming." He growls, pulling the sword away from you and sheathing it. You notice there's three swords at his waist, and the air in the room shifts back to normal as though he hadn't just been glaring at you like that.

"I... uh. Sorry." You manage in confusion.

He grunts, walking to you and opening the door, walking back out onto the grass and leaving the door open. You follow behind him, ready to ask him questions when there's suddenly several people on the deck, surrounding you.

You've moved before you know why and you've pulled one of the demon-man's swords free, holding it up in front of you and making sure your back is to a wall and not another door.

"Oi! Marimo, how could you let her do that?" A blonde man in a suit with a cigarette in his mouth was yelling in your direction, but not at you.

You look over to the demon-man and see surprise scrawled on his face before it turns to irritation.

"Give that back!" He snarls, and your body moves automatically as he reaches for you. Moving the hilt out of the path of his hand and stepping back you pivot, and tense the muscles in your legs, jumping much higher than you expected and landing half-way up the stairs next to the mast.

You can't stop the look of surprise on your own face as you look one way and then the other, standing defensively on the stairs with the sword still in hand.

Your new vantage point, and the space between you and everyone else gave you a chance to take in the people around you more completely. There was a young boy in a straw hat with an impressive scar on his chest who seemed to be dressed like a farm hand. Two women were near the blonde man that had shouted earlier, one of them wearing a bra for a top and the other with her shirt tied in a knot just under her chest. Something about their manner of dress seemed wrong to you, but you couldn't remember why.

The little deer creature was back, hiding behind a man with curly hair and a fisherman's hat. He wore pants and suspenders, but no shirt, and looked like some sort of foreign appraiser. The animated Skeleton was standing next to two more people who looked just as impossible. One of them appeared to be a large fish man with white streaks in his black hair, and the other looked only vaguely human, his aqua-blue hair and a metal nose the least strange things about him.

"Shi-shi-shi-shi, Zoro, how'd she steal your sword?" The farm boy laughs, and something about his demeanor makes you feel at ease.

"I think she's wondering the same thing, Captain." The demon-man says evenly, and you realize his eye has been fixed on you this entire time. You might've kept the sword earlier, but you couldn't match the focus that was staring you down right now.

Not in your current state of confusion, at least.

"W-Where am I?" You ask finally, still hiding behind a sword that's only yours because the demon-man hasn't decided to take it back yet.

"You're on our ship, the Thousand Sunny." The young girl wearing the bikini top answers you, her orange hair framing a disarming smile on her face.

"B-But where are we? I can't feel... can't... what. I can't feel what?" You shake your head; you're forgetting something, and you only know that you've forgotten it. "What am I forgetting?"

Realization dawns on you as you try to run through what you do know, and you pale.

"Who am I?"

"Amnesia?" the blonde man in the suit questions.

"I... I'm..." Your legs buckle and your knees hit the stairs hard. You barely steady yourself before you nearly topple onto the sword on accident. Holding onto the rail with one hand you turn the hilt of the sword back to the demon-man. You were in no condition to defend yourself and being armed would only make things harder for you. "Done... I'm done. I don't know who I am, where I am, or who is friend and foe. To fight in this state is dishonorable."

The green-haired demon-man grabs the hilt and carefully takes it back from you.

"Will you let us help you?" He asks, his voice is almost as sharp as the sword.

"I pointed your own sword at you, why would you help me?"

He just looks at you in silence for a long moment. It feels like the entire crew is holding its breath waiting for you to answer the original question.

"... Yes. I have nothing else, please help me." You say, sinking back against the stairs.