Chapter 22 - The Forgotten Past (2/2)

Things began to line up. My instincts told me to not get attached. I trusted my instincts. I never knew why I felt different from the others, why I had trouble connecting to the living. But I knew now. I never wanted that, all the deaths, to happen again.

Solskin. I remembered why I was there. I understood why I cared so much about him. He was so much like Ophelia. That childish innocence that made everyone cherish her. I saw it in Solskin. I was drawn to what I had lost.

I still had missing memories. That was certain, I felt noticeable chunks of time elude me. What I thought were my memories of after the attack collapsed as I realized they were fake. Imprinted to make up lost time. Curiosity burned my mind, but there wasn't much I could do.

”The rest of it should return in time.” Thanatos caught my curious expression. He quickly stood up, patting the dust off his robes.

”Are we leaving?”

”Yes, we have yet to find Solskin.”

”Charon?”

”He can't wander to far from his boat. He has duties to attend to.”

I stood up, ignoring the red dust that coated my clothing from laying on the ground. I was too lost in thought to care. With that, we continued to stumble our way through the underworld.

After some time, we came across a large shrine. The white structure was menacing, and at the top, we saw a golden figure slowly being surrounded by black shadows.

”Solskin!”