Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Scarlet laid in the middle of a large, ivory adorned bed. The gold accents gave it a regal look that made Scarlet think of the stories her mother used to tell her of a graceful princess, awaiting her prince up in a tower that she was left to be isolated in. It was ironic, now that she thought about it, that her mother would tell her this story. Although, she couldn't tell if the story was more symbolic for her current situation, or the one she had alone at home with her mother. She told her self over and over through out her childhood that her mother loved her loved her more than the mothers who let their daughter go on dates, or get their driver's license. She told herself that her mother was protecting her from the harmful people and situations in society that would taint her sweet, innocent daughter. But after her mother had convinced her to deny her acceptance to the University she had worked so hard to get in to, Scarlet had began to feel a glint of doubt in her mother's intentions, whatever they may have been. It was the same feeling she felt when she looked at that snowy picture from Colorado on their beach house's mantel - Something did not add up. Big blue eyes, tainted with stale tears, looked out the snowy window of the bedroom she was ushered to. The room was large, complete with a golden vanity and dresser. She had a television, to her surprise, but she didn't turn it on. As for clothes, Dr. Haskell told her that the closet and dresser was full. In one of the drawers, before she willingly retired to the solitude in the large bed, she found a thin, pale blue night gown. Of course, she could have slept in something else, but this reminded her of that princess from the story... It comforted her. As she counted the snowflakes that hit her window, pondering what was to become of her new life, she heard a scratch at the door. It startled her, making her turn to look at the door. She thought she heard a whine, maybe a voice, but the scratch as very evident, and it made her sit up in the bed with a puzzled expression on her face. Cerberus, she heard a voice whisper on the other side of the door. Her eyebrow arched. She heard that name before... But where from? Slowly sliding from the bed, her bare feet padded on the wooden floor, going toward the door. She cracked it, peeking out with curiosity, but saw nothing. With a sigh, her overly curious nature getting the best of her, Scarlet slid into the hall, her feet hitting the thick carpet as she shut the door behind her. Descending from the stairs, her thin night gown flowed around her knees, giving a flash of her tanned thighs with each step. Hello? she murmured through the silent, candle lit hall. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she tucked a piece of golden hair behind her ear. She remembered that name... Cerberus. It felt so familiar, like it had been on her tongue before, and it made her remember that that might just be what Dr. Haskell was trying to explain to her. She was reborn, therefor she had a previous life, and eventually, that life would catch up to her current one. Pursing her lips, and gathering a little courage, she looked around from where she stood in the middle of the large staircase. Cerberus... Cerberus? she called out, her voice hesitant.