Memories Of A Forgotten Past

Prologue

A/N: I don't really care if this story is bad. I just wrote it for Tbkmagazine. Read at your own risk!

Something sharp smacks Aend in the head and she grunts. Though cloudy vision, she turns her head, tracing her eyes through the many neatly placed pillars. She looks on the ground. A small pebble spins at her foot.

She reaches a hand to her scalp, checking for blood.

Long, coarse white strands slide through the gaps of her fingers as she pulls a hand away from her hair.

No blood, She thought. But where did that pebble come from?

She looked back down at the pebble. It had stopped spinning.

A larger stone flew through the air, knocking an ancient quartz crown on the ground: The creator's circlet.

A loud thud rippled across the room as the crown hit the floor.

But when she bent over to pick it up, a small boom echoed off of one of the ornately decorated columns at her side.

Then another hit the floor, stopping to a skid at her foot.

As soon as she placed the crown back on the display, a crack reverberated through her skull, sending a wave of pain through her jaw. Drops of gold blood pooled on the floor, only to be stopped as skin stitched her face back together in youthful condition.

A billion years more, Aend would have reached maturity, her Chotlo-blessed blood would be vulnerable to draining. And her powers -- would be gone as well.

She turned her head.

Somebody is in the room.

"If you are in here, speak to me," she shouted, waving her hands in the air.

A dark orb weaved its way across the room, then dispersed, turning into a cloud of mist. Like flames, tongues of inky blackness danced in front of her.

"Hello?" Her voice, her limbs began to shake. She shouldn't be afraid. She is more powerful than all the creatures on Panthegoealiah.

Through the flames, crept a being with beady red eyes..

Aend looks down, then looks back up, assessing the being, "If you don't have anything to say, leave!"

The darkness parts, revealing a smile made of sharp, razor like teeth.

There was so many.

The image causes Aend to shake more, turning her head away in fear.

"Come on. Don't be so afraid. It is just me."

"I- I thought I kept you locked away."

"The mountains were not the best prison... The guardians you created were not very smart."

The being lifted one misty hand and stroked her hair, "You have such silky hair."

Aend growled and lifted up her arm. A wall of light hit the being and he flew across the room, only to land lightly on his feet.

"D-don't touch me," shouts Aend, "or I will send you in that same place where you came from."

"You can't do that you just sent me there. Pah! You can't even come up with a better place to put me," The being said, his tone smooth. "I also live here. I can do whatever I want. The queen sent me here." the being said.

Liar, the queen did not send you here.

A smile forms on its face, an ugly thing. "Think about it. When you learn to not be so scared of me, I can be your ally."