NOTE: I AM TAKING A TWO WEEK HIATUS DUE TO NO WI-FI ACCESS DURING MY HOLIDAY. Thanks for all the reviews guys, and disclaimer see chapter one!
What? Sphinx rubbed the back of her head painfully. All she remembered was... poof, blackness.
Looking around herself, she noticed all the little details of the room she could see through the darkness, which wasn't much, but after a moment she just took a deep breath.
Her name was, well, she would get back to you on that one. She looked down at herself. She was roughly 18 to 20 years old. She had blonde hair, no injuries, and was wearing some kind of mask covering her eyes. She left it there. It could mean something important. She lived in... Well, drat.
She decided to focus on what she did know, rather than didn't.
She was in a dark room, the only visable exit a large steel door in the far left corner. She seemed to be left handed, as that was the one she was using to feel about her. The floor was dirty, little pieces of gravel rolling under her palms, and the ceiling and walls dripped freezing cold water onto her. She didn't dare tip her head back and have a drink. For all she knew, it was from some poisoned river.
She wasn't tied back, and she crawled over to the door. Locked. Oh come on, what were you expecting? An inner voice laughed at her. She growled. She stood up on her two shaky legs, and tried to look closer at her surroundings. Something smelled, something she couldn't place.
Other than that, she found nothing new.
Sulking, the girl returned to her corner, curling up into a ball. The only sounds were the drip drip drip of the water and her own breath. She stretched her black legging clad legs stretch out, at through the thin material she felt something furry touch her knee.
Jerking away, she examined the darker patch of darkness.
A dead rat.
She screamed, pushing herself up the wall as long as she was as far away from the rodent as possible. She hated rats.
On the bright side, at least she remembered something.
Her door swung open.
"Hello Anwen," a broad silhouette of a man stood in the doorway, blocking most of the light attempting to enter the room.
"Anwen? Is that my name?" She asked feebly, watching the man curiously.
"Yes, child. Your name is Anwen. And I am your father, Jonathan Lawson."