Something stirs in the back of my mind. Green summers and cool winters. But that would be impossible, the desert landscape was never cold or green right? Laughing, smiles, fun. Blue eyes and small hands. My mother laying on the ground drenched in her own blood. Me screaming for the man to let me go, then nothing. Someone's shaking me. But there's no one there.
I jolt awake. Someone is still shaking me. HE is shaking me.
"Get up Saba"
How does he know my name? I obligingly get out of bed. Why am I following his instructions. Why does it feel normal to react to his voice? Where have I heard it before?
"Why do you know me?"
He hesitates his blue eyes reflecting disappointment.
"Don't you know me?" I shake my head but my brain is screaming yes. I have seen those blue eyes somehow I know him. He nods as if he understands.
"Come with me"
He takes my hand but I rip it out of his grasp.
"I can walk myself" confusion flickers across his face for a second until his walls go up again. I follow him behind my cupboard in my cell.
"What the hell Soren" suddenly I realise I have said his name. Somewhere deep inside me I knew. He gives me a smirk.
"Looks like your memory is finally starting to come back" and then he jumps in a hole in the floor beckoning for me to follow.
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the sacrifice
Teen FictionSaba is taken away from everything she has ever known and loved to be a sacrifice to the king when she is 18. Will she get away from the palace dungeons before her 18th birthday? And will she ever get the family she desires?
