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Tolevalin Nuryavëiel Maikaram

0-2 A/N: Hello everyone! Here's one of my long overdue stories. This one is my favorite, so even though there's not much here I'm posting it! Many updates to my website; I've moved most of my art to DeviantArt, a link included in my website. You can also find my personal blog there when I have my dead moments. Wow, I've been gone a long time. I'm so sorry! ;; Here's my newest story, 0-2. And believe it or not, it has a plot! collective gasp Enjoy!

Chapter 1 Darkness

In the farthest, coldest room of the Cage, a set of surly amber eyes opened into the selfsame darkness they had been cloaked in for the last five years, punctuated by breif flashes of light that blinded in comparison, and were too breif to adjust. Experiment 0-2 had been obtained from her natural habitat at the age of seven, but had long since discarded any life for her under the sun as a hopeless dream. She had long since disregarded the empty excuses they provided to keep her there.
The early years of her confinement were not too bad. She had been allowed to wander the building, although no one had taken any intrest in befriending her. However, wandering the complex outside the cage meant library access.she could remember every word of every book she read, every scrap of information she could gather from conversations, and every detail of the compound layout.
Strange, the human mind. Directly after she had done them a great service, when they realized their experiment was by far much more intelligent and quicker than they in her natural state, they became afraid. She was shunned away to her cell, chained, and told that if she gave them enough useful information, they would let her go. There, she concentrated incredibly hard on her information, coming up with the laws that existed from her given information, and weaving them together in a lattice of theories and formulas. All of these she fed to the scientists. All credit was given to some scientist or the other, to the syndicate in whole. Her name and intelligence information were wiped from the database, all appearance and habitat data also disregarded. Eventually in the darkness she could not remember how tall she was, her name, or the color of her hair or the shade of her skin, and her mind became bent on earning her freedom once again. If not the freedom of seeing the skies, then at least the mere semblance of it.
There were footsteps in the hall outside. Not the steps of hard work shoes or dress shoes, not even the tapping of heels. Footsteps were never good news for her, these past five years. They were rare, though. But these were the tread of sneakers, a slight squeaking on the linoleum, unaccompanied by the trundling metal clatter of a lab cart. It made no sense to her. Maybe it was someone new? She didn't dare hope. There was a slight humming in the far corner of the room, and a tiny warmth almost intangible but like an iron on her freezing skin. Why would they waste heat and light on someone who really didn't exist? She turned her head towards the humming, her quick mind immediately identifying it as a surveillance camera, the heat on her skin proving her claim.

A/N: Short, I know. Don't worry! There's another chapter. :P I forgot to mention. ALL REVIEW RESPONSES WILL BE POSTED AT THE END OF CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY, AFTER MY AUTHORS NOTE. This will also be posted in my user profile and on my homepage blog.