I don't remember much. I wasn't given the choice to choose what I remember. There are a few things that I can picture, like people who I can't put names to, places I don't remember going, I call these moments flashes. In the past four years I do remember being alive I've had approximately fourteen of these flashes. One of which being a woman, young and beautiful, dark brown hair just like my own, she's smiling at me and saying not to eat more than one cookie. No, I don't know this woman, her name, her story, or who she was in my life at the time, I just know that somewhere out there in the world there was a young woman who was concerned with my junk food consumptions at one point in the past. I don't have a mother, I do have a father though, he was a scientist for a project called Kronos. He got fired for being too brilliant and continued his research on me, made me special. He gave me, what I thought, was purpose. From the moment I woke up to the moment I was freed, all I knew was the battlefield, I was trained to follow orders, fight, kill, and not much else.

I remember the day I woke up like it was a week ago. The smell was what originally woke me, the room smelt of clean metal and furniture polish. Needles poked out of my skinny, ten year old, arms. My head ached, it felt like what it feels like to wake up from a dream and can remember what it was for only half a second, but after that half second, can't remember any of it, but instead of it being a dream, it was my whole life up until that one moment. Sure, I knew somethings, like how old I was, how to speak, what things meant, but the important bits of life were gone. For example, I knew what a mother was, knew that everyone had a mother, I just couldn't remember having one myself, I knew what beach was, but I couldn't going to one.

Only moments after I woke up, I was greeted by an unfriendly face, he had a scar on his face, the tip of his ear, across to his hairline and back down diagonally. Immediately I knew him, His face clicked in my mind, this was my father. I don't have memories of this man, nor do I even know his name, but I know, this is my father, I know that I have to follow his orders. He looked at me, I looked at him, then he said the first words he ever said to me, words that I will never soon forget.

" Your name is Sparrow, and you are my daughter." These are the words that will lead to his ultimate demise.

A/N Hey, so I was flipping through my book of many OC's from multiple TV shows when I came across Sally Sparrow. I forgot how much effort I put into this character I thought I should give it a go and try to write her story. I'm not sure if I'll even finish this story but hey! If you like it, tell me an I'll finish it.