Adelphi sat in her bare and hard cell. Her home for the past twenty four years. Even in the depths of those dungeons, she could hear the panic in the city, in the palace, in the family. Something big has happened. It must have, or else why would her guard leave his post and forget to check in for at least two weeks. She doubled over in her seat. The hunger pangs were gnawing at her stomach, she feared they would forget about her and leave her there to die. Technically she was dead, well that's what everyone thinks. Only those sworn to ultimate secrecy knew where she dwelled. At the heart of the court of Atlantis. The only human face she knew was Marcus, the guard. That human contact kept her sane, convinced her she wasn't in some sort of afterlife. Her mother, Pasiphae had not come to see her since the day she was put there. Adelphi laughed cynically as she thought about her mother, her father and- tears choked her up. 'What a world' she thought as she lay back and closed her eyes, letting the now dull pain in her stomach spread to the rest of her body. It engulfed her. 'How did I become this?' she cried out loud. Disgusted with herself. Her mind took her through the mists of memory, and she indeed saw the answer to her question.