[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
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It felt like I was dreaming.
Spoken words were interweaving with my own thoughts in a way that made it nearly impossible to separate them. The only thing keeping me on earth was the feeling of Axle's arm that had slipped from my shoulders to my torso to hold me firm up against him. Partially for comfort, mostly because my knees were shaking so bad we both knew that I wouldn't be able to stand.
Eon.
Cara.
I was going mad.
Axle was the only thing keeping me from sinking into the depths of my head. It occurred to me suddenly, that if Eon was the reason that Cara was here, then he must also be the reason that I was here. It made sense in a weird, convoluted sort of way. To be fair, almost anything at this point would make sense.
Thinking back on it, it also dawned on me that Axle had never really gotten around to giving me those 'answers' back at the bakery.
It wouldn't be hard to guess though. Not human. If my memories weren't faulty, which was definitely a possibility, then Eon was far from being human. And if Cara was tied to him, and Axle was tied to Cara, then they probably weren't human either. I was the outlier, not the other way around.
Funny, I wasn't as scared as I probably should have been. Maybe it was the shock. Definitely the shock.
"Amira, we want to help you," Cara's voice broke through the clutter and my eyes snapped up to meet hers. The mist in my head felt a bit clearer, my fingers once again began twitching, hunting for something that wasn't on my person anymore. Where was the dagger? The damn dagger I was supposed to use was missing, I hadn't had it since the moment I woke up.
The shock I had felt was pushed to the side by rage. Help me? I didn't need her help, and I didn't want it. She abandoned me, left me as good as dead in an unforgiving place. She shattered me and didn't even bother to try and help pick up the pieces.
"You left me," I wanted to sound strong, even dug my fingernails into the palms of my hands to try and steel myself, but my words still withered after they left my lips.
Weak. I was not weak. Not anymore. Cara was bringing something out of me that I hadn't felt in a while, or at least couldn't remember feeling.
"You know that I didn't mean to–"
"Don't lie to me," I was shaking now, not with fear, or anxiety, or sadness, or anything that could possibly resonate with my memories, but with anger. Cara did this to me, this was all her fault and she thinks that she can just suddenly waltz back into my life like everything is okay and fix it. Like she can piece me back together.
Well, fuck that.
"Mira," Cara's voice was pleading, her expression strained and I saw the other man, the gangly looking one who had spoken from The Council, wrap a warm arm around her shoulders. Without thinking much I leaned further into Axle, who in turn squeezed me once to send a calm wave through me.
