Tales of A Libra

Memory Hunter

-Erased Childhood Memories-

I am a hunter, yes, I am such a repressed, mysterious and observant hunter. But I am secretly obsessed with the thoughts of hunting for... memories; certain erased memories of my blocked childhood to be exact. I am a hunter with no weaknesses, that was what I thought I was, but then at the end of the day, I am still an amateur. Yet I strive to excel at my department, for my own survival; to solve the mysteries of childhood memories. I am still training, although I am taking small baby steps to be stronger, I will one day reveal the true meaning of my life. I am searching for masters and experts who can teach me how to sharpen my skills, or even, gather the memories themselves.

They said I am such a gifted lady having the blessing of a repressed memory, they believed that it is such a gift because by not remembering the actual past I can continue living my life normally and be independent. However, for me it is a dangerous mixture of both a blessing and a curse. Don't they know how suffocating it is to be incomplete? Despite how I still continue to live my life as they expect me to be, there will still be times when the feeling of losing identity haunting me. The feeling of something is missing, the need to recollect the scattered pieces everywhere, and the need to sharpen myself as the most valuable blade to cut through the thick foggy treasures, they are still haunting me. And again, I found myself being a slave to the need of finding myself among others, and I fail to balance what it is for me; Oh my I am so obsessed with the thought of being complete.

They said I was not ready to remember what I supposed to remember, I feel the pain as same as the moment when they told me how weak I am to tackle down the obstacles ahead of me. Can't they trust me? Or... can't I trust myself?