He seemed familiar. I had seen him before. I was sure of that. I had spoken to him…and even been in his arms before, his loving embrace being my home. But, how could that be possible….when I had no memory whatsoever of ever meeting him. He was the unknown I had known all my life.

She was the odd ball in the group, the one that stayed aloof and was known for her typically unfriendly mannerisms; a trait that resulted in her becoming a scapegoat for the enemies, the agreement signed with her having to live an entire year in the enemy's lair.

She was tired, tired of everyone throwing her away like she was yesterday's news, no longer of any need or desire. All she wanted to do was wallow in her own misery and loneliness, but fate and her father had different plans.