Chapter 1 of a new story I might publish

Chapter 1 of a New story I'm writing that i might turn into an actual book. It is fantasy but it wont seem like it is till the second or third chapter just so you know.

Chapter 1:(chapter title isn't fully decided) The Calling

"When black rain falls from a dark night sky, the curse will be awakened. Its devastation will reign for a thousand years. Are you ready, sister?"

Sister.

A word that echoed from one side of her mind to the other. It was the first word that had pierced the cold, heavy darkness in her head since she'd awakened in the white room. It was a dream. Her body floated in the warmth of a womb, a dark place, and as it had been for as long as she could remember, everything was black. There was no sight, no touch, no scent. No sounds, no taste, no physical sense of being.

All she had was the memory of her name and the echoing word. Sister. Who called her? Who spoke? And what did it mean?

"Do you remember? The words that must be spoken, the task that must be done, and the sacrifice that must be made? Are you prepared?"

She had no answers. Only the darkness, the warmth, and the voice. "If we fail, then our time has ended. If we succeed, we will rise again." She felt a touch upon her face, a feathery caress, a soft breath. And then nothing.

"When the time comes, you will remember. And you will know what to do."

A sound like a gasp came from her own throat. She was awake. Her eyes snapped open and the first thing she saw was a girl's face.

"Are you okay?" the girl asked, leaning over her. The girl looked to be about sixteen, with long brown hair and green eyes, wearing a blue-and-green plaid flannel shirt and a pair of faded jeans. The girl smiled at her and helped her sit up.

"What happened? Who are you?"

"I'm Maia. What's your name?"

"I—" Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't know.

"You don't remember?"

She shook her head. She didn't know. Nothing. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for answers. There were three beds in the room, each made up with crisp white linens, all of them empty except for the one she was sitting on. White walls. White furniture.

"This is your room," Maia said. "You've been here a few weeks. My office is over there. I'm an assistant nurse."

"Oh." Her voice trembled, but she was determined not to cry.

"That's okay. Do you remember what happened?"

"No."

"You were found unconscious in the forest."

"The forest?"

"Yeah. You were lost in the forest. No one knows how you got there or where you're from."

"Who am I?"

"I'm sorry. I wish I knew. They said your clothes had no labels and no identifying marks, no purse, no money, nothing. You were barefoot. There were no missing persons reports that fit your description, and no one has come forward to claim you. The doctor didn't want to fix your injuries because you were unconscious, so I don't recommend moving too much."

Her head was pounding, her face felt hot and puffy, and her nose was plugged. "Where am I?"

"This is an institute. It's a hospital, but they have different rules and the people here are different. Most of them have some sort of trauma. The doctor thinks maybe that's what's wrong with you. Amnesia. You've also been seeming to have hallucinations in your sleep."

"What do you mean?"

"You were talking in your sleep."

"What was I saying?"

"Something about the rain, a sacrifice, a curse, and black rain. And a sister."

Sister.

"Did I say anything else?"

"No, that's about it. You were pretty upset, though. Crying in your sleep."

"What else happened while I was here?"

"Well, we did a physical exam. You had a severely sprained ankle, as well as a broken wrist on what we think is your dominant hand. That's all."

"And what about...about the things that I'm wearing?"

"Those were here when you arrived."

"So there was nothing to identify me with them?"

"Not at all."

"How long was I here before I woke up?"

"About a month."

"And did you notice any kind of change in me?"

"Change? How do you mean?"

"Anything—I don't know—anything different about me."

"Well, no. You've been sleeping the whole time since you were brought in a month ago."

"Nothing about me has changed?"

"I'm sorry. Nothing."

"Oh." She sighed and looked down. "Is there a mirror?"

"In the bathroom, just there. Go slow, though, your ankle's not quite healed yet. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be at the desk. Do you want some food?"

"Sure, I guess."

Maia walked to the door, then turned and looked back at her. "You'll be fine," Maia said, then left.

She pushed the blanket aside and swung her feet off the bed. The floor was cool beneath her bare feet, but she didn't feel like standing yet. Her body was weak and she had a hard time getting her legs to support her.

Sister.

The word came unbidden into her mind, and she suddenly had a flash of a face, a girl, older than herself, and the word had come from her mouth.

She got up slowly and walked toward the bathroom. The room was large, and the bathroom was big enough to walk into. There was a sink and a toilet, but no tub or shower. The mirror was big and round and covered most of the wall.

Her first thought was that she was beautiful, and her second was that she had no idea who the girl was that was looking back at her. She had long, straight, brown hair with a dyed silver streak that was pulled back from her face and tied with a ribbon. Her skin was fair and clear, and her features were delicate and almost elfin. She had a small, round nose, and full lips. Her eyes were bright green and tilted up slightly at the corners, giving her a mischievous look. She wore a white blouse with blue gems on the cuffs of the short sleeves, and her arms were slender and her hands were delicate. Her fingernails were painted blue with a single white fake gem on each. She was very thin, and her breasts were small.

She stared at herself, her eyes going over every detail, taking in everything. But none of it looked familiar, none of it triggered a memory, nothing felt right. It was all a blank. She turned and went back to the bed, and sat on the edge. "Sister," she said aloud. She said the word over and over, willing it to bring a memory, but there was nothing.