In the darkness of a OZ prison cell a single person sat in the back chained to a wall, pondering

their horrible fate. The girls head was bent so that any one looking could not see the pained

expression on her pale face. She rolled her chained hands and tried to get in a some what

comfortable position, like that was even possible. She leaned her head back against the cell wall

and blew at a disheveled lock of pale blonde hair, which had fallen into her now un-sparkling

eyes. "How did my life go so wrong?" She smiled without humor..."No I remember now," the

girl closed her eyes as her thoughts went back to the beginning of her end. "Yes....I remember..."



A.N.

I know very short prologue, but please read!