My Unknown Past

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After ending the Iris message, I decided I needed to take a breath so I decided to head to the main library. It took me a couple hours to find it since I hadn't been here in years, but when I stepped in I was shocked, it was absolutely stunning. Books and shelves, hundreds of empty books open with a pen writing. As I walked closer, I realized it was writing a biography on the current living guardians. I walked over to the biography section to know a bit more about my past. I found a book that was about my family. I had to press my hand on it before it opened. Secret information? Were there things in here that I wasn't supposed to find out? But still, I opened it up. I was shocked as I flipped through each page. The things I read in there will probably shatter me for life. I learned that I was the daughter of Nova and Frederick Chase. I have always known that Frederick is my father but Nova? Who was she? I had always thought that I was a daughter of Athena? I found out that my mother had asked Athena to give me her blessing. As well as making me her daughter. So in some way or another I am kind of a child of Athena. That assured me. I thought that I was.. I don't really know. But I also found out that my mother had wiped my fathers memories of her being the mother. She made him believe that Athena was my mother. Wow.. Nova/Mom is so messed up. I wanted to stop reading. All this stuff about my original birth mom is scary. Yet I still continued. I read that she had done this before. I had an older brother named Anthony and a younger sister named Celina. Both of them had gone to different worlds. Anthony was given into a decent family and grew up quite simple while Celina was adopted by royalty and became a princess in a magical city. I couldn't believe this. I just couldn't, I just shut the book and ran as far as I could from the library. Somehow by some way I ended up in my old hidden room. As the guardian of memories, I had vials and vials of memories all across every wall. Once I saw the pensive in the middle of the room I knew exactly what to do.


This is again a short part. All these parts for this story will be short. But I still hoped you enjoyed! And don't forget to have a wonderful day!

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