Part 1 : This pain I miss.

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The pain arrives abruptly, and the only precursory signal is a profound headache. Hades shouts and everything which stays at this instant, it's the pain, and it is abominable.

The god doesn't understand what is happening to him, his head is the only thing which makes him suffer, and during a moment, the only thing he asks to himself, is why.

He cries again, calls for help, and for him to, it's useless. He knows it, he is alone, and no one will come for him. He does not see why someone would, in fact.

Before he falls on the ground, a picture crosses his mind, the one of a woman with redhead and a green skin. There is nothing in him that can tell him who she is.

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Some hours pass before he wakes up, and the pain had already disappeared. Immediately, Hades feels it as a lack, as if something wasn't here anymore, had disappeared.

But it is absurd, because if it was the case, he would know it, no ?

He doesn't understand what is happening to him, and the situation is escaping to him, and he hates it. The thing he still doesn't know, is that someone stole one of his memories which is both one of the most beautiful, and one of the more painful.

As all the others, he forgets that the witch Zelena, abandoned by everyone, existed one day.

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He doesn't suffer now, but it doesn't mean that everything is okay, in fact, it's almost the contrary. Because if he forgot Zelena, his memory still keeps the trace, unlike his body, of the terrible pain that had crossed him.

It would be better to forget it, this pain and he should concentrate himself on the hatred against his brother. Strangely, now, at this time, it has no importance for him.

What matters for him from now on doesn't have a name, or a face and maybe that his revenge can wait. His heart hurts him, but it has no sense, because this one doesn't produce any signs of life.

In the deep of his heart, without knowing why, he has the certitude that he lost, he forgot something or someone important.

The thing that has been stolen to his memory has the colour of red. And green.

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Days pass, and he doesn't remember. If it is a spell that someone cast on him, so the one who did this is a very powerful person. But he would have known this, he would have felt it if it has been the case.

Hades doesn't know, and he doesn't understand and it scares him. Even if he didn't know before this incident what would happen, he surely had let something.

He was a god, bloody hell, he must have predict something !

It finally appeared to him in one go, brusquely, in a thunderbolt of genius. His notebook of pictures ! Intuitively, he knows that he will find something in it, that if his memories had been preserved somewhere, it's here.

What Isaac had made was supposed to make disappear all the evidences of the existence of Zelena. In the memories of the others, or even materially.

But he didn't predict that a god could take part of the story, and that a part of him remembered.

Hades' notebook was protected by a spell of all the curses that someone could inflict to it. Even though something about the fact of rewriting the story.

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Febrile, the immortal swarmed into the notebook, turning at first some pages. He stopped for one moment on a picture representing a young woman with long black hair, and with green eyes, smiling.

With a painful smile on his lips, Hades brushed with his finger the representation. Persephone. He still missed her, even though his love had been replaced by his hatred. Again, his anger against Zeus revived, which almost made him forget the purpose of his coming.

Finally, he stopped himself on a particular picture. A redhead woman with blue eyes and green skin. And something woke up in him, without reviving his memories, unfortunately. He started, but his heart didn't beat faster despite this discover.

It was her, he was sure of that. He just had now to discover her identity.

He lowered his look toward the right of the picture, and he smiled.

Zelena. Her name was Zelena.

Now, he just had to find who she was, and why she seemed so important for him...

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