Chapter 22 - The Forgotten Past (1/2)
Persephone
I felt like it was starting to become a reoccuring theme. I could only sigh, trying to shake off the grogginess given by my latest revelation.
After a few minutes, my thoughts began to organize themselves. However, there was still a strange nagging sensation, like something wasn't all there. There were gaps, making my very memories feel like a puzzle with only a few missing pieces.
”Do you remember anything?”
”I'm still a little foggy, but I think I'm fine.” My head throbbed, pounding like a bass drum.
”Good. Is it too much?”
Progress was sluggish, but I managed to recall what I had seen.
Lost memories. ”Why?” I blurted out, an odd bitterness coloring my outburst. I felt a pang of regret as I realized I my bluntness. The usual tight leash on my emotions had loosened, making my curiosity impossible to restrain.
”Being revived isn't… pleasant.” Thanatos began to explain. ”Most come back insane, delusional, deformed, and… ” Thanatos hesitated. ”Losing your memories helped you, in a sense. They prevented you from remembering sights not meant for mortals.”
I struggled to grasp these concepts. Only having recently regained my memories probably did not help. I recalled pieces of my past life, and the more I found, the more I realized how much I had changed.
Memories of my joyful past returned. The times I dragged my brother into the forest to explore. The friends that I had. I remembered Ophelia laughing, childish innocence radiating out of her, she smiled in everything she did. We were always together, inseparable. We lived together in the Church and spent every moment talking and playing with each other.
Brooding Jason, who sulked all day, but still managed to comfort all of us. Acolyte Dasi who took care of us like his own brothers and sisters, bringing us treats whenever we saw him. Grandma Osew who told the most fabulous of stories. Uter, whose infectious cheer made the entire town laugh with tears in their eyes. All of them gone, only alive in my memories.