Theseus stood there, his eyes on the woman who lay at his feet, bleeding through her abdomen.
He had wondered who she was as she had seemed very familiar. The sense of familiarity was so strong that he had found himself climbing into their ship just so he could get a closer look at her.
Perhaps, she was telling the truth and she was indeed, his sister?
Unfortunately, he could not rely on his memories as he did not remember her. He did not remember a single thing farther than a couple of months ago when he had awoken, his master sitting by the mat he laid on.
His master had promised him many things and he was rather kind to him, until he questioned where his family was and if he even had one. Then, his master would throw a fit and have him flogged, and then proceed to make sure he was being complacent with everything being done to him.
