𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔈𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I wake up in a startle. Sweat pours down my face. I grip the sheets. I hear heavy snoring. Turns out this inn only had eight rooms. I gave Snow White a single. She needs it. I let out a breath. How quickly these memories came back to me. How quickly they haunt me. They haunt me so much. It's terrifying.

I feel pain. I turn. Oh, come on! I just cleaned all the blood off! Ughhh. I stand up. I better go clean this up. Thankfully Authur has been known to sleep through a hurricane made up of lightening. I gently close the door to the bathroom. I pull off my shirt. Dammit.

It's still bleeding. How is this possible?? I grab a towel. I rinse it water. I press it onto my wound. I hiss. I look up at the mirror. I jump. How is this possible? I look... no. I splash myself with water. I must be seeing things. I haven't looked like this for so long. I look up. Nothing changes. 

I left this part of me behind. I splash more water on my face. This is just a dream. This isn't real. I look up. No... it is real. I press on the mirror. How have I forgotten who I really am. I forgot centuries ago that this is who I am. Skin gray. A cape of threads black. Glowing eyes. I turn. But it is not who I am now.