Heroes: The Avengers Chronicles
Prologue: The Awakening
She slowly opened her eyes, barely able to make out the shadows of bars beneath he strands of black hair. Lifting her right arm, she stretched hearing a loud pop echoing through the dark cell. Wincing as she felt the pop of her neck, she took a good look around. Barren it was, nothing but a Prisoner's cell, and she was the only one in it. The only seemingly luxury item was a mirror, cracked at the top right corner.
Aside from the fault, she deemed it to be a decent mirror, looking regal as it was framed in silver. She slid off her stiff bedding, wobbling lightly as she made her way to the mounted the reflection gave the image of a young woman, her hair a bit tousled. Touching her chapped lips, the young woman looked on in wonderment at the tattoo that was scarred on her face, descending from the edge of her hairline to just below her eyes, almost like a mask. Aside from the newly acquired skin art, nothing seemed out of place. Her pupils and irises were still ice blue, and the sclera's of her eyes were black, her skin brown, a dark tan if anything.
Though physically fine, inside she was becoming anxious, asking her whereabouts out loud, trying to remember the night before. She looked down at herself dressed in a tattered gown made of a light silk, the faded colors of light blue and white still showing. She wore no shoes nor any cloths such as stockings or socks. Pondering over her tattered dress, the young woman recalled attending a highly critical function, a celebration. Flashing images in her mind revealed her attendance. The hand of a male being presented to her, following down the stone steps, a brief second of pain, then darkness. Putting a hand to her head she sighed, but her moment of wallowing was cut short as heavy footsteps echoed rapidly in the near distance. She backed away slowly from the cell door. Appearing in front of her stood a small gathering of guards, covered in armor of silver and gold.
"Nautica Calypso Oceania, you are being taken to the High Council for your final judgment." spoke the guard whom was not wearing a helmet like the others but was sporting a Captains sword on his side, while the others were holding to their shields and spears.
Nautica jumed back a bit wide eyed taking in this notion of her being sent to her final judgment. One of the common guards in front used one of many skeleton keys to insert into the cell keyhole. The cell door swung open, and two guards entered, grabbing both of her arms. Nautica was then led out and down the ominous, poorly lit hallway.
