Her words hung in the stagnant air. I tried to speak but could not find my voice! Did I just hear what I thought I had heard? Moments passed with nothing but the sound of dripping reverberating up the well.

I looked up to find the ring of sunlight fading fast, my first night in the confines of this Hell just beginning. The temperature was dropping inside the well as it was on the surface with nightfall coming. I had to remove my numb hands from the black water as it got colder still and hid one under each armpit. Still she did not speak but I felt her presence shifting restlessly within me. I had to find my voice and dare to ask the question that I had asked my father not long before he sealed my fate.

"Who is my real father?" My voice sounded hoarse and full of pain. I have never felt such exhaustion and lingering agony in all my life. The well itself seemed to be sucking the very life out of me. "Who?" I demanded, this time with anger in my voice.

"Frolic in Brine, Goblins be Thine" was her only reply.

Again I felt the recognition as I did before.

"But what does it mean?"

"You will soon be a mindless thing, this knowledge is of no use to you now."

I felt an anger build up around my shard embedded heart. Anger is not an emotion I was ever familiar with, just like my mother, but now it seemed to make me strengthen. I seemed to be feeding off of it.

"Ah, so she does know anger," came the childlike hiss, "soon you will be so consumed by it that nothing else will ever penetrate you're heart or thoughts ever again."

"Nooooo." I whispered feebly in reply.

"You are beginning to feel it already." Her hissing seemed to come from the very walls themselves. "Think about the way you have suffered at the hands of others and the life you have now been denied! As if mere mortals have the right to decide your fate!"

I could feel her anger coursing through me like a thousand hot needles. I felt it travel to my heart and merge with mine. The well itself seemed to quake with this merging of anger.

"They will all pay for all they have done to us and the fate they thought they had the right to condemn us too!" She yelled inside my head.

I could feel my own fear and anger growing as she spoke, my heart bruising with every beat as I heard the truth in her words. I looked up to find the ring of light vanishing, leaving my prison in an inky, impenetrable blackness. I was trapped down here, left for dead with no way out and no hope of sleep or recovery. My other self was speaking the truth; it was because of them that I was down here. They wanted to be rid of me for good, even though I had a right to life like everyone else. The anger dissolved my fatigue. I could not have slept in the freezing water anyway.

My sister was still and silent. She had said all she needed to for now. I lay my head against the hard stones, noticing the pain had all but gone, and closed my eyes. My mind instantly filled up with everything that has ever hurt me, but this time my sister was not the one doing it, it is purely me myself. I reach far back over the years and relive every moment of humiliation and hatred. The tears sting my eyes beneath their lids as the anger builds with each image. I hear that creepy screeching and finally I lose consciousness.