"Of course they're cool. Fezzes and bow-ties will always be cool."
Everything was dark.
Why was she so alone?
Why couldn't she feel anything?
Who was she, anyway?
How old was she?
So many questions.
Suddenly, her head hurt like mad.
Well, there's some feeling. She thought to herself, finally able to tell that she was asleep in something soft.
What was the word again?
Ah, yes. A bed.
And her name . . . it was Willow Shine. She was eighteen. Yes, Willow Shine, 18, Female.
What was the word?
Amnesia! That's it! That was the word for not being able to remember anything!
She was Willow Audrey Shine, born on June 18th eighteen years ago, a young woman, and amnesiac!
... Wait, that last one wasn't good.
She managed to pry her eyes open and propped herself up on her elbows, looking at the reflective thing across from her . . . a . . . mirror. Yes, it's called a mirror.
She had bright blue eyes and darkish skin, long black hair tied into a braid at the nape of her neck. She was slender, and had full lips and a smallish nose. Her eyelashes were somewhat thick.
"Well, at least I look okay." She muttered to herself, taken aback by how bad she sounded. Her voice was raspy and dry. Not that she could remember her voice before she had woken up, but really, it couldn't have been THAT bad.
A middle-aged woman with graying blonde hair walked into the room, was shocked for a moment by the fact that Willow was indeed awake, and smothered her in a hug.
Was it bad that she had no idea who she was?
"Um, ma'am, I don't mean to be rude, but . . . who exactly are you?"
The woman pulled away, her green eyes boring into Willow's like lasers. After a moment, she realized that Willow wasn't kidding. Tears filled the woman's eyes.
"Willow . . . I'm your mother. Grace Shine."
They didn't look anything alike at all.
"Am I adopted?" She blurted before she could stop herself.
The woman froze before replying, "Yes . . . I found you in the rain when you were two. Someone'd left you there." The woman . . . Grace . . . pulled out a stethoscope and listened to both sides of Willow's chest (it was more flat than full, she noticed glumly), sighing in relief.
"Both of your hearts are strong. You worried me, Will. You were out for two days."
Willow ignored Grace and just asked, "Why do I think that bow-ties are cool? That's all I remember. Bow-ties and fezzes are cool."
Grace tensed up. Whatever she knew about it, she didn't want to admit. "If you don't remember, then there's no reason for you to, Will. That man was a bad influence."
Willow felt the sudden urge to defend the man she didn't remember. "How so?"
"Well, he was always dragging you out to danger! I understand that he was of your kind but look at what happened -"
She seemed to realize that she had said to much and trailed off.
"Where can I find him?"
"I don't know. He travels."
Grace was lying. Willow could tell.
And she'd find out the truth. She had to.