"Papa!" I yelled out to my father.
He came, walking over, holding my hand. Kind soft green eyes that would make you feel warm on the inside, a tall man with a scruffy brown beard with hints of white. Skin like mine.
He held my hand as I skipped through the fields of the garden.
Was it really me? Whose memories were these? They felt like mine. They were mine.
I was the Princess of Valarium. Princess Lira Crimson.
Princess? I was a rebel...
No. You're a Princess.
Who are you?
I am you. These are our memories.
The time shifted. the garden fields, gone and wilted. The atmosphere now cold.
I looked around, and next to me was.... me?
Wearing something entirely different. A black cloak, underneath it looked like I was preparing to fight. Both of us were translucent and in front of us was.. her? How could she be in two places at once?
"This is the night we died."
She pointed her finger in the direction of herself. She was fighting The Hallow King, but it didn't exactly look like he wanted to. She fought with her might and was about to win. Until....
A stab in the back, by someone I couldn't make out who.
"It's not the stab in the back that kills you. It's when you turn around and see who's holding the knife." she said simply. "That's why I didn't turn around, perhaps I should've."
A prayer to the Gods, the hands of the Fates. For she was turned back into an infant, sent into the world. Crying at the King's feet, a maid taking it away, dropping her in the middle of the street
That... that was me.
"We're the same person, but you're more tougher than I. When you were growing up, teaching yourself to survive, 'The Princess' and her memories disappeared. We live a different lifestyle, but we're the same person in the end. Sooner of later, our memories will return."
She passed through me and it sent a shiver through me, as if she merged into me. We were now one. The Princess and The Rebel.
I am the Princess.
I woke up with my head throbbing, on the bed. Seraphine was sitting next to me.
"Sera?" I groaned.
"You remember." She smiled.
"Barely anything."
The Marionette King speaks, and the world forgets to resist.
That was there in ancient scriptures, my father is The Marionette King. The line is worldly known.
But there is one thing I remember. A prophecy?
Sera eyes glowed as if she knew what I was thinking.
"When the Marionette King speaks without a throne,the silent world shall call it home.The unseen hand shall loosen fate,and crowns of thought begin to break.
But in the hush where order dies,truth will wear a thousand lies."
Lies?
My father dies? I would have to kill him then.
But... I don't want to.
The Rebel never had parents, and now she has to kill them? That seems pretty unfair to me.
"You'll start you're training in an hour with Kairos." She got up from the bed and walked out the door.
Who the hell was Kairos? His name sounds familiar.
....
So remember that guy who was trying to kill me with his glare? Yeah, he's Kairos.
Everything about him is scary.
He stood at least 5 inches taller than me. His skin almost pale like a vampire, icy cold blue eyes that would freeze you in place. His hair short, messy and wavy, black like a raven.
He looked like he would beat the shit out of me.
He spoke no words, just handed me a sword. A real fucking sword. I don't know how to handle one, wait I do? I shouldn't be handling one.
He attacked me and I quickly blocked. How did I know what to do. ALSO HE DID NOT HOLD BACK. I COULD'VE DIED.
He just continued to strike me, while I defended myself. Luckily I had the stamina, but he had the muscle.
In the end I managed to strike him, but barely. I grazed his cheek.
"Shit I'm sorry-"
He touched the cut and looked a the blood on his hand and lowered his eyes at me.
I'm dying, aren't I. Dear Gods, please forgive me for my sins.
"Training's over." He said and left.
When I was sure he was gone I slumped to the ground. My entire body ached. I've been handling a sword when I was a Princess, so I was able to survive then.
Kairos...
I remember growing up with him. He became a knight, and he was my personal knight. But why does he look at me like I'm his enemy? What did I do?
I don't remember everything fully. When I look at someone or something I remember snippets, but that's it.
What did I do to Kairos? And how was he still alive? He died with me if I remember correctly. Did he come to the future like me? Was he reborn like me?
I remember having a fiancé, but it wasn't him, so that couldn't be the reason. To think of it, who was my fiancé? I broke up with him, but I don't remember him.
I needed answers, and this stupid memory thing isn't working at the moment. I need to remember. Why can't I remember? Why couldn't I get all my memories at once? This was so stupid and frustrating and I wanna punch something.
I sighed in frustration and then got up. I was going to get answers.
For the following days it was the same routine again and again. Wake up, train, eat, train, bathe, learn what I missed out, enhancing my powers, eat, sleep, dream of my memories and repeat.
I was getting annoyed. How many days would it take to recover them all? And why did Kairos look like I killed him or something? We were supposed to be the best of buds or something.
I guess that's why I was a bit aggressive on him today? I was lost in thought in training and when I snapped back, he was on the floor, with my sword pointed at his face.
I wonder what face I was making for him to look terrified.