People were wispering.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Well, keep her in that cell."

"Yes,Sir"

They stopped wispering and everything was silent.

I awoke to a sharp pain in my arm. My eyes fluttered open, it was so dark. The only light was a single candle. I tried to get up, pain shoot up my spine. When I tried to move my arms, something held my wrists back. I looked up at them, silver shakles held them firmly against the wall. A look was visible and looked like it could easily open. I lifted my head enough for my hands to reach the boby-pin I always put in my hair. Soon the lock was open a I free. Well, not exactly, I still had to get out of this cell. I got up and walked to the lock on the door. A sound echoed through the halls of the dungeon. It was a door, a heavy one at that, opening then shutting with a slam. I crouched in the darkness, hoping whatever it was didn't see me. I peeked out just a little, a man was walking right twards me. He had black hair, and was wearing a suit with cool black sun glasses. he didn't look to friendly.

He opened the door and walked inside. I darted out not making a single noise. I kept running and running until I saw the most horrible creature ever known. The Bro.

Apparently he heard my breathing or some thing because, he turned around and started to run at me. I turned and ran. I turned my head back he was still chasing me. A hand grabbed me and pulled me into a dark corner. I was about to scream but, another hand covered my mouth.

"Shh. He will pass," It was a man's voice.

The bro kept running past where I was. The person let go of me and retracted his hand. I got up and turned to face him. He had pinkish-purple hair and ears like a...pig? He was wearing black skinny jeans and a tan hoodie, with the sleeves torn off. His eyes were a beautiful shade of purple.

"The name's Piggeh." he said, a perverted grin was on his face. I stayed silent. then he said," Well someone as pretty as you should have a name."

I blushed no-one ever called me 'pretty ' before. I'd never gotten a compliment before, at all. I thought it was because, I was just a ordinary girl. Long brown hair and blue eyes were the only thing that separated me from my 'family.'

"I don't know my name," I said, "I've never been called by my name. Always just been called 'girl.' So, I have forgotten it."

"Well," he said, "I'll just give you a name." His face got all screwed up thinking about a name for me. He looked me over. Then, he finally said, "Your name shall be Tara."

"I like it. What does it mean?"

"Fate."