RHEA DAMON

Rhea Damon woke up with a splitting headache, and in an unfamiliar location. The whole place smelled like urine and she could easily have puked out her dinner, except that she wasn’t sure she had any. Her head was throbbing and her stomach was rumbling. She stood up from the cold wet floor and spun around quickly, assessing the place she was in. She sighed at the realization of where she was. She was in the last cell of the dungeons, the exact cell her father, Ghost had kept her mother for a few years before she died. Rhea had very vague memories of her mother, Elena but she remembered that her mother was a good person. Elena never told her categorically to fight for someone or against. She always encouraged her to do what was right and be at peace with herself and all her life, Rhea had struggled with the littlest of decisions. Schooling with humans was tough for her and a few times she blew her cover and then daddy had to come and clean up the mess which involved taking out everyone