Shades of Secrets

Prologue

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Memories are always precious to the heart, mind, and soul…Its memories alone that give you reasons to continue on through your life, passing on all emotions and hardships you’ve ever encountered…

Without memories it feels like losing a part of you; an emptiness that is the replacement of that missing piece…

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Blazing flames burned through every corner of the grand hall, spreading uncontrollably like a disease through the veins. Brilliant hues of crimson and orange licked through the floors like waves of water, soaking over drapes of silk and the flesh of bodies, all their faces hidden beneath the inferno of fire.

The sound of soft crying surpassed all the destruction, the flames which rose higher above the ground swirling beautifully like dancing fairies. A youthful teenager sat in the middle of a large circle, surrounded by the wild flames which promised to consume her hungrily.

Her face was buried within her arms, trying to hide herself from facing the towering inferno. She could hear the fire crawling its way towards her with anxious and slow breathes, stretching out its many claws to grab her. But she felt no heat from the flames…only coldness, smoke, and icy chills running past her sense of smell. The smells of darkness…loneliness…revenge…the smell of a curse…

“Lynette…”

Hidden behind her black-forest hair, Lynette dared herself to take a small peak when seeing the figure of a young man walking through the blur of the cold flames, his hand raised open and extended out to accept hers.

“I finally found you…Let’s go, Lynette…”

Her body was stiff and frozen, the curse from the coldness given by the reaching flames affecting her body. Her tears begin to fall much heavier than before, the color of fearful hazel-green eyes bearing into the man’s unclear ones.

As if knowing her distress, he lowered himself to her level and gently gathered her in his arms. His embrace was very comforting and secure, the only warmth provided that burns through her skin. But all of the warmth died when she gazed upon his face in horror…his shadowed face…

“I can’t hear it…”

His hidden face slowly lowered to gaze upon he. “Lynette…”

“I can’t hear it…your heartbeat…”

Then Lynette screamed when a pair of large amethyst eyes flashed through her mind; a pair like beautiful gems of dark violet, so soft with glittering tears that filled with such sadness and pain that was brought to only her.

But it wasn’t the voice of the man that had spoken before she lost unconscious…but the voice of a woman, the owner of those sad violet eyes. “Lynette…Forgive me…”

And Lynette was drowned in an ocean of darkness…sinking deeper and deeper below…

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Then what reason for living should be given to those with no memories? No memories of the past…no memories of who you are… not even a single memory of wishes or goals that gave you the motivation to live and grow through your life.

So to continue living…I created a goal for myself, for I am one of those people with no memories of anything but one past event…an event of cold flames from a curse, the man with no heartbeat, and the woman with those amethyst eyes…

But when I remembered gazing into those mystifying sad eyes…eyes I can only see except for the man who held me…an answer flowed through my mind smoothly as it did to my tongue when I spoke that name. And it was because of that name that I gained the hope and will to live…a name that was believed to be hers…the woman’s name…

…Katherine Fonteyn…

And I will search for her from the only answer I had received…to learn the past of myself…to know the reason of the burning icy flames from a powerful curse that had surrounded what I believe was my home…and to what she had done to me that I can ease her pain to forgive her…

…That…is my only goal…

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