Synced Insane

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I wandered in the darkness of my mind. It was very empty.

"Hello?" I called out. I knew nobody would answer. I just needed something to do.

"Hello." A voice said from behind me. I cursed and swing around, a dagger in my hands. My wrist was caught by a pale hand.

"Easy there." A lady said. She had pale skin and long, straight black hair. Her eyes were a pale blue. She wore a black outfit with green designs. She used her other hand to grab the dagger out of my hand. She let go of my wrist. I grabbed my dagger but it was gone.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Don't you know me?" She frowned. "I suppose you wouldn't, after all, he did to erase your past."

"Who did what?" I frowned as the lady circled me. "Who are you?"

"Odin."

"Your definitely not Odin." She laughed.

"No, Odin did this to you." She explained.

"What? Oh, nevermind." I was confused. "Who are you?"

"I'm Hela, goddess of death. Don't you recognize me?" Hela frowned.

"Should I?" I asked her. She did seem slightly familiar.

"Let me refresh your memory." She pressed two fingers two my forehead. I gasped as visions flashed in my mind. Me, but older, and her. Odin and Frigga. The Throne. A wolf. A green glow stone. Me, crying, as Hela is dragged away from me. Odin yelling. Me, forgetting everything slowly. Me, growing younger again.

I gasped as I was yanked out of those visions.

"Now do you remember?" Hela asked.

"You, you were there. And me, but older. Frigga, Odin, and some wolf." I stuttered.

"Ah, Fenris." She smiled. "Now do you remember."

"N-no. What did those, those visions mean?" I stuttered. She smiled and took my hands in hers.

"Can't you piece it together? Or has your brain been muddled?" She laughed.

"Hey! I'm currently undergoing, what's it called, brain sugared. Wait, that's not right." I frowned. "Surgery! That's it!"

"You got hurt?" She looked worried.

"This lady said I'll be okay. Then she knocked me out." I explained. Hela laughed.

"That's a healer."

"Right." I paused. "You still haven't told me what those visions meant."

"Memories, not visions. Those were your memories." She explained.

"Whatever. Just tell me what it means, please." I pleaded. She smiled sadly.

"What I mean is." She paused and smiled wide. "Hello, sister."