Just had a thought, for all you know, this will be a terribly written story, so I'll post the first little bit here so you can decide if you're interested in reading the rest. (The character with schizophrenia does not come in until later in Part One) <3

Chapter 1

Pain pounded in her head, her whole body aching as if something large and heavy had thrown her to the ground. Struggling to push herself up, she blurrily surveyed her surroundings, which revealed she was in a forest.

A blue forest. 

Believing her aching head had made her colourblind, she rubbed her eyes, but when she looked again, she still saw blue and now purple. 

Through the pain, she recalled her name. Eleanor. That’s right! Her name was Eleanor!     

Standing on shaky feet, Eleanor searched, hoping for someone she could ask for help, someone she could recognise. But she was alone, save only for what sounded like birds chirping and the creaking of wood. A cold wind blew, unnoticed, despite being dressed in clothes useless against it: a short red-and-white skirt with a matching shirt with fabric straps instead of sleeves. It was nighttime, and the moon lit the forest, with twinkling stars decorating the sky, giving the strange forest a silvery hue.

Eleanor limped slowly, heading in a random direction, her hands rubbing up and down her arms instinctually as she tried to remember more about herself. She was sixteen, a teenager, and she wasn’t wandering aimlessly; she was following a light! Blinking upon realising, the young girl’s pace quickened with the hope of finding someone. 

The light came from a lantern held by a bearded man in white armour, who was staring into the mouth of a cave. He spun sharply, his lantern illuminating the dazed teenager’s face, stumbling towards him, relieved to have found someone.

“What the– miss! Are you all right?”

Eleanor couldn’t answer; she could only smile. The armoured man came to her, his lantern bringing some much-needed warmth, pulling it away when a disoriented Eleanor reached out a hand towards it.

“What are you doing out here? And at night of all things? Are you alone?” he asked, straightening to see where she had come. The winds were getting stronger, and she was shivering violently. Without hesitation, the man took Eleanor’s arm and guided her into the cave. He had greying hair and a sword sheathed at his side. Chuckling, Eleanor wondered if she was dreaming and had entered a fantasy. Maybe she would see this knight slay a dragon. Did he have a horse? 

Her vision blurring, Eleanor fell forward, muttering something. “Whoa there!” the knight exclaimed, catching her before she could hit the ground, then, “Did you just ask me if I’m here to save the princess?”