Rowan:
A quiescent creature stood at the center of this imaginative state of my mind. Two faces, though neither looked at me. She was dressed in robes of silk that draped across her gray skin, comprised of black and white, yet neither color seemed to touch. The perfect yin and yang.
"Do you know who I am, Adelaide?" both of her faces spoke. I jumped, unprepared for what I was sure had just been a statue, to then turn around and speak to me. Quickly, I righted myself. I've already had my ass kicked once tonight. I'll be damned if I let it happen again.
"No, and my name is Rowan now." I forced my aching throat to match her tone, and as quickly as the strident sound of that sentence left my mouth, I grabbed my throat, choking on the sensations produced by my abused vocal cords.
"My name
