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Shattered
Third Person POV
Three dracaenas walked into a black room and dropped a girl of about 12. She had black hair and startling blue eyes. When she got up, you saw she was covered in cuts and bruises.
She walked over to a wall and sat, leaning. A few minutes later, she heard a voice. "Who are you?" I y was husky and cold, merciless. Then a boy walked out of the darkest corner. He looked about 14, had red hair, dark, green eyes that were full of pain, and he was covered in scars.
"I…I don't know. Mnemosyne wiped my memories. Who are you?" The girl asked. "I am simply known as The Lone Wolf." The boy answered.
The girl shivered and looked down. "Wolf, what am I standing in?" she asked. She lifted a foot and there was something dripping from it, but there wasn't enough light to see what it was. "It is my blood." He said. "Did you see Kronos?"
The girl shuddered. "Yes." She answered. "He said he had killed all of my loved ones, and now I'll have nothing left to live for."
"I'm sorry. Well we need a name for you. I'm thinking… Heartless." Wolf said. "OK." Heartless said sadly. "Wolf, do you remember anything before you were captured?"
Wolf stood there, and then looked at Heartless. "My earliest memories are from when Kronos first saw me. He said 'Can't have the rebellion finding you, can we?' then he cut my face with his scythe." He said, pointing to a scar that ran from his left eyebrow, down across his nose, and over to the right corner of his jaw.
Heartless' eyes widened. "I'm sorry." She said, and saw Wolf retreat into the shadows of his corner.
Heartless POV
Me and Wolf had just come back from our torture. Kronos likes having us dipped in oil, so my skin was red and blistering.
Suddenly, the cell door opened and a boy of about 14 flew through the doorway. He stood up and walked over to my wall. He flopped down and splattered blood everywhere, but I was used to it. "Who are you?" the boy asked.
"I am called Heartless." I answered. The boy's eyes narrowed and he asked "Who's that?" and he pointed to the corner. "That's The Lone Wolf. Don't ask him the wrong questions of he'll snap you neck." I warned.
Suddenly Wolf turned. "Do you remember anything, demigod?" he asked. The boy hesitated then said "No."
"Fine." Wolf said. "You need a name. Heartless, any ideas?" He said, turning to me. "How about Dragon?" I suggested. "I'm good with it." Dragon said.
"How long have you been here?" Dragon asked me quietly, so Lone Wolf wouldn't hear. "Wolf has been here for 4 years, I have been 1." I answered.
"What do you do here?" Dragon asked. I shivered and started to open my mouth to answer when Wolf spoke up. "We go through many tortures. Some are worse than others, but tortures none the less."
"What kind of tortures? Why?" Dragon seemed full of questions; maybe he's a Hermes boy.
"Kronos took over New York and named it Titanopolis. He hates demigods, so he tortures us." Wolf answered.
"But you didn't answer my first question." Dragon complained. Wolf didn't answer so I am just going to let Dragon find out on his own.