A/N: this is exactly what it sounds like; after eons of imprisonment, Rahotepa begins to awake. A character sheet and some pictures of her will be posted on my Deviant Art page soon enough, for those interested.

The chapters here will not be random drabble; it is a normal story from first person perspective, with a definite beginning and end and chapters that follow a logical progression.

However, they may not always make sense at first since we see things from her perspective; just wait. This story will be updated infrequently, but it will be finished since it leads in to stories involving my other OCs whom she meets. Just wait.

Wait.

Inside, I wait.

Where, I do not know. But I wait.

Even as my mind is hazy and by body is numb, I sense that I exist. Mildly, I panic; I do not know where I am. Lack of control terrifies me.

And so I wait for sensation to return to my limbs. For there is nothing for me to do, except wait.

And so I wait.

I try to shake my head; I cannot feel whether my neck responds or not. I know nothing, and all my mind can ask is where I am. Who it intends to answer, I do not know.

But the longer I wait, the more I begin to panic. Sensation does not return. Knowledge of my location evades me. I feel as if I have been fed an anesthetic potion, used by our healers when removing poisons from their patients. The haze should wear off, if that is where I am; but it does not wear off. I feel dizzy despite not sensing direction.

Why can't I sense direction?

I wait, trying to suppress the anxiety. I cannot see. I cannot move. I cannot feel. I cannot hear. But I can think. And it's maddening.

When I realize that I am not breathing, I feel myself break inside. I try to shake, try to thrash, try to scream, but nothing happens. I call out for help from my loved ones, but I cannot remember their names. Yet I know that they are real, because my heart aches when I cannot recall their names or their faces.

Where are they?

Where am I?

Why is this happening to me?