She doesn’t
even know who she was anymore. It was like she is looking back at herself from
afar and couldn’t recognise that presence. But the irony is that she never did
anyways. She just woke up with the memories of no one, or rather someone else
which she thought was hers. Someone’s broken memories. A girl that cries with
the weather and smiles with the sun. She lit up the world with her mouth and
brings down the rain with her eyes. Bring in the storm when she is stressed or
frustrated. She was so powerfully intimidating yet magical. Who was she?
Someone that holds so much power. Maybe she would know all the answers to her
questions; the portal, the memories, the flames and finally who she really was.
She
woke up feeling the ache in her head from all those thinking. She had to find
that girl. But how is she going to find her? The blue flame in her palm still
engulfed the air surrounding it. It had caused the whole street to be in a mess.
Out ahead, the debris and whatnot had been cleared, but it could still be seen
that they had suffered from what seemed like an earthquake. She stares at the
flame intently. What else could it do? She thought to herself, then the idea
hit her. Take me there. At first nothing happened. Slowly, her
surroundings tilted and shifted. She was lifted above and fell down with a
bang. She was back in the forest. The only difference is that there isn’t a fog
making the forest look mysterious. There were lamp posts around igniting the
area. It felt like a normal park. There were people on the benches at the side.
The environment felt oddly refreshing, as compared to the times when she went
back in time. She walked down the muddy path to the hut in the forest from what
she could remember. Straight ahead then turn left. Her walk turned into a brisk
walk and broke into a jog. Turn left here. Her subconscious
echoed. She turned, anxiety building with every step she took. Then, nothing.
In front of her was just an empty space. No hut, no little blue rabbit house.
Just nothing. She moved closer and stared, unable to believe what she is
seeing. She opened her blue flame and investigated the surroundings, there were
black marks on the ground, like burnt marks. Was the house burned downed? From
the corner of her eyes she spotted an old man. He was holding a stick and a
backpack. She approached him.
Do you know
anything about the small hut over there?
His
eyes widened as though in shock, and avoided her gaze. No. I don’t
At
that moment she knows he is lying. Tell me the truth. There is someone I am
looking for.
No. I don’t
know anything about the hut you are talking about.
She
hated being lied to, clearly frustrated, she yelled at him. What
are you hiding? Can’t you just tell me about the hut with that small rabbit house?
This
time he met her gaze. His eyes determined. How do you know about that rabbit house? No.
how do you even know the existence of the hut? Then he squinted his
eyes at her.
She
pondered over the question. It was like a game, both of them taking turns to
avoid gazes and stare at each other. She felt like she needed to show him in
order to get answers from him. She look straight back at him. Then she slowly
lifted her hand to show that she meant no harm and ignited the blue flame in
her palm. The old man took a step back in disbelieve and started sobbing.
It still lives.
You’re still alive. I thought you had died. Thank god.
She
was confused by his reaction. What did he meant by that? Still alive? She was
never even close to death other than having frequent black outs. What was that
even supposed to mean? Suddenly he grabbed her hand, extinguishing her flame.
It’s not safe
here. Follow me.
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