How was I supposed to do that? Who the hell puts a relic in the stars? The hell was I supposed to do? Take a cow and make it jump over the moon, at the same time leap into the air and magically find the relic?
"Seraphine, how am I supposed to do that?" I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Is it not easy? Stars is only a day journey, it's a bit harder to find cause I hid it like I did with Uhar." She raised an eyebrow.
Ohhh. Stars was an ancient city.
"Don't tell me you thought of the stars in the night sky." she sighed.
"I won't tell you."
"I guess I should have been more specific. Tomorrow morning you will leave for Stars. I'll give you a drawing of what the relic looks like. All you should know, is that it'll test you. Whatever you do, do not do anything reckless. Understood?" She turned friendly to strict within seconds.
"Yes ma'am."
"Good. You should rest now. Let's hope you get your memories. Do you need help going to your room?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Nah, I'll be fine." The manor wasn't that big, so it should be easy to find.
It took my ages to find my room. I should've agreed Seraphine to help me. How big is this place? On the outside it looked small. How rich was I?
Surprisingly the room was neat and clean. I expected it to be very dusty, given that no one used it for more than 4000 years. Maybe someone ordered it to be kept clean. Seraphine probably after finding out I would return.
I plopped down on my bed. Comfortable.
Back out there, I lived in an abandoned shelter. I couldn't afford to live in a house.
...
Where was I? Last thing I remember was laying down on the bed and sleeping.
My surrounding looked like a black void with a mirror. I look closer into the mirror. Me. Not me. The person in the portrait. She stepped out of the mirror.
"We're the same person. We will always be one. We will always be the hero in our story. We will always have this fate. You cannot escape." Her voice, raspy. She passed through my body
What if I wanted to escape? Always have this fate?
"In this one and the next." A voice in my mind echoed. It was her voice. "Try not to struggle."
What did she mean by that?
Overwhelming pain surged through my body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I wasn't allowed to.
What was happening?
"We're becoming one."
Memories flooding my mind. I tried to run. It was a void. No way out. How did I come in? I kept on running, no end to it. I looked around.
People. No. Puppets.
They had strings attached to them. They were under the Hollow King's command. His control.
Strings were attached to me, like a puppet, dragging me back to the mirror.
"We're not done yet." the voice become more raspy and low.
I DON'T CARE! LET ME OUT!
"You need these memories. Stop resisting Lira."
Memories. I didn't want these. These weren't mine. My life was based on a prophecy. I don't want that. I couldn;t resist. If I did it would go back to square one with all the pain. I don't know how much I could endure.
Images in my mind of people hurt, people desperate for help. People that lives their lives under a command. Not their own free will. Just because I can't, doesn't mean they shouldn't.
I want to save them.
"You can. Stop resisting and accept that you're the one the prophecy speaksabout."
I had no choice. It was the only way.
I had to accept my fate. I had to accept that I had to be the hero. I had to change my attitude, the way I think. I am Lira Crimson. In this life and my previous. And I had to save these people.
Words rang in my mind. It was the prophecy.
The woman thought lost, now walks once more,
Her name stained red in legend and lore.
With shackles unbound, her chains set free,
She severs the ties of destiny.
A choice awaits, a fate untold—
To spare her blood, or let steel run cold.
Lira Crimson. The Savior. The Protector. The one who would come back and save the people from the Hollow King. The lover of Kairos. The person of the prophecy. The person who almost killed the Hollow King. The person who will lead the people. The person who gives hope.
The person who returned.
The Hollow King's daughter.