The inside of the Reaver was not as terrible as Raziel had first thought. It was dark but he was not afraid for some strange reason. Shivering, Raziel pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his head in them. "Oh, Hello," a voice said, startling Raziel into falling over. Light laughter sounded, obliterating the darkness and allowing Raziel to see who it was that had spoken. Standing in front of him was a girl, dressed in a loose fitting blue gown. The girl bent gracefully down and offered a hand to Raziel, which after a moment he took.
"Who are you?" Raziel asked, when he was firmly upright. The girl shrugged, confusing Raziel. "I don't remember my name," she replied, "I've been here so long that I don't remember anything about myself," the girl laughed, twirling gracefully, her gown fluttering around her. "I thought I was the only one here," Raziel said bitterly, causing the girl to stop mid-twirl. "You need to stop being so serious," the girl said, reaching up and ruffling Raziel's ebony hair. Raziel's eyes widened and he slapped the girl's hand away, using more force then was necessary.
"That was completely unnecessary Raziel," the girl mumbled, as she rubbed her stinging hand. "You had no right!" Raziel fumed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The girl pouted, her beautiful face becoming younger as she did it. "You've always been too serious," the girl muttered, "Even when we children"...
TBC