The Sanctum ~Prolougue~

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I came out of the darkness with a start.
A pain shot through the side of my head and I gasped, clutching it.
My eyesight was blurry, like looking through a cloudy window.
Arrow Arrow name Arrow Eagle Arrow My name is Eagle Arrow...
A flow of thoughts continuously poured into my head.
My age- 13, my birthday- November 26th, my height- 5'6'', my weight- 117 lbs.
I sit up dizzily and look around.
I was in a clearing- or more correctly, I realize with a gasp, we were in a clearing.
I see a lump move about 30 feet away, and notice more lumps.
One..
Two..
Three...
Four...
I turn and feel my blood freeze.
Five.
I know this girl.
Sister...., a thought unfurls in the back of my mind.
I look at the girl more closely.
She looked about 14. She had pale skin, cheeks dotted with freckles. Her hair was a light blonde that went past her shoulders.
I reach out to touch her arm and notice how much more tan I am. My skin looks like it had a fine layer of grime and was tossed outside to bake in the sun. When I touch her arm, I realize it is grime because dust trails off my fingers and onto her arm.
The girl gives a soft moan and her eyes blink open. Her pink mouth forms an 'o' of surprise.
"Who-who are you? Where are we? Are you hurt?" She asks shakily, sitting up and reaching towards my head.
I tense up at first, but there was an almost maternal look in her eye that made me feel more comfortable.
She pulls back her arm quickly, and I feel a slight sting. I notice her delicate fingers sticky with blood.
"You are hurt!", she gasps.
"I'm fine," I said, surprised by my level, all-business tone, "What's your name? What do you remember?"
The girl blinks.
"Well- Well I don't remember much of anything. My name is...Buggy. Yes it's Buggy."
Buggy. I know it's an unusual name but it's seems so familiar it would have been odd if it was anything else.
"I'm Arrow," I say, " And we're not alone. There's at least four more girls here with us."
Buggy's eyes widen and she glances around. I see her bottom lip quiver.
"Where are we? Why are we here? Who brought us?"
I'm suddenly angry, even protective now. Who would do this? Why would they bring Buggy into it? She seems so innocent.
I know she's innocent.
Which is an odd thing to think, considering I have no other clear recollection of her before this moment.
"I don't know," I say sternly. "But I'm going to find out."