A Destiny's Finale

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It was like a veil had lifted, her mind had cleared, and her memories flooded in like a restless torrent.

Her life, this life, was all a lie... A lie created by what seemed like a really deep hole, a hole in a throne room, one she willingly fell into years ago.

She had not vanished like that angel promised her she would, she didn't die because of it. She died because she wasn't Amata anymore and turned into someone else, someone fake and that should never exist.

She remembered so much, so much pain and yet she knew she was missing much of her mind still. So much she now knew should remember but she still didn't like how she remembered going to meet and killing the king of the werepeople and yet the next she remembers was leaving that place to never return.

She knew for answers she needed to start there, meeting with the current queen to get her answers as she knows only when the previous queen or king is beaten do the reigns of power change hands.

And despite this overwhelming realization it was Simulare's hurt that made her guilty.

He got caught up in this magic fabricated lie that this life was. She saw how his heart slowly broke with each of her words as they didn't stop, ranting to him like an endless storm. 

But what hurt her was him retelling her her own words about 'people she knew but didn't'.

She knew she loved someone else, she knew why she couldn't give that to him, it was so clear and yet his words reminded her each time she heard herself or him say them. She remembered there were people... But not how they looked.

It was like the veil still hung in front of her eyes, she didn't know how they looked, what their voices sounded like or what color their eyes were but it was there, they were there.

Another reason why she wanted to see the queen, one of these veiled figures had been in her presence so she must remember them.

It all hurt, it all hurt, how strong was this veil? How much still held her?

Simulare wasted five years, she forgot herself for five years, she left people to suffer.

The last gut punch of that hard day was her giving his engagement ring back since it was not correct that she kept wearing it.

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The night didn't bring happy answers for Amata, it only strengthened her thoughts about needing to fix whatever that was fucked up with her and that magical hole.

And so in the middle of it she dug around for her clothes and put on boots and some brown pants, a white top with the sleeves ripped off long ago and a sleeveless hooded brown jacket, (like on the cover of the book even if it is not the best lol) she pulled on her archery gloves and took up her bow.

She stared at it, it felt like a insult now, her old bow was given to her by her father and she even lost that, having no idea where it was... But she still took it with her, it served her well.

She wanted to cry the more she thought about all that she forgot, now the scars, the tattoo of a dragon's head, it all made sense. She abandoned them in the hope that hole would not best her and it did... It fucking did.

She looked in the mirror with anger, the fire casting a glow on her face. In a sudden choice she grabbed the dagger Simulare had given her and slashed it through her hair. She watched the strands fall as her grip on the rest was tight before throwing them in the fire despite the smell it would cause. This didn't look like her, she didn't look like her.

And with a choppy job, sliced and sliced until the right side was shorter then the rest. Staring into her own eyes she could almost see the real her even if it was a haphazard hair cut and she wished this was all that was needed.

With a heavy sigh, she tied the belt with the daggers to her and left the place she had called home for the past five years of lies.

She put the hood up over her head, touching the red markings on her face with a sigh, so messy, all of this.

"Seriously?" She hadn't even taken the first step towards the capital that she was interrupted by deep words. "Who thought you would leave like this?" She turned back with a frown.

"Simu I--" She tried but his held up hand silenced her before she could even start.

"Yes this hurts me... More then anything else that could have happened." He said, his voice carrying so much pain, Amata simply stayed silent, listening with inner guilt. "I wished to spend my whole life with you and such cannot be anymore... But with what you remember it is important you remember the rest, to find these veiled people and memories as I feel you are really important to the world from what you could tell me... So I will not let you go alone, you need protection and a friend through it all."

"I am so sorry Simu...I didn't wish this for you"

"I know, you would never be that cruel on purpose which is why it is even more important that I help you."

"I--if you insist."

"Right... Friends?"

"Yeah... Friends."

Amata wished she could say something, anything, to ease his pain but she knew she was the cause of it, and so she watched him walk passed her and followed him in awkward silence.

And it remained awkward for a long while that didn't see the end of that feeling near, even the merchant they paid to get them to the capital in his cart could tell these two people had tension between them.

Conversation was lacking and when they spoke it was tense.

Amata wished she could have done this alone but he was too good of a man for that and so he'd suffer.

She too did.

She just wished she could remember and make it easy on them both.