Twin Moon - Chapter 267 - Riddles and Hidden Meanings
Whiskey.
“I am here now, she is but a memory of myself” she answered with a wave of her hand.
“And the child?” I asked.
“The child is my memory of you, many moons ago” she sang out effortlessly.
“How is this possible?” I demanded, not for a moment letting up on my defensive stance.
“I am capable of a great many things. As were you” she answered without hesitation. Something was scratching at the back of my mind, trying to get out, trying to make me remember, but I just couldn’t reach it.
“What do you mean by were?” I asked. I didn’t miss her very specific choice of wording, she may have thought she slipped it by me, but I don’t miss much.
“Time and choice have a hand in all things. The choices we make and the choices of others, they all have a part to play in the final outcome”.
Riddles and hidden meanings. I already hate this woman. People that speak like that infuriate me. She is no exception. I have a feeling, an inkling as to who she may be, though I need to be sure before I act. I growled lowly and snarled. Then her first words came back to me again. I stood up a little straighter and frowned,
“You called me daughter?” I said quickly.
“I did” she said back,
“Why?”
“You are a product of your mother, who in turn is a product of me”
“That doesn’t make any sense” I snapped,
“Your blood comes from my blood, your life force is my life force. You were nourished at my breast, born in my image, chosen by my hand” she blabbered on. More riddles and cryptic talk, of fucking course.
“What are you hiding?” I snapped at her,
“Hiding?” she asked. Her brow raised ever so slightly, yet it made not a single crease or line in her perfect porcelain skin.
“You think you can fool me with your bullshit talk. You think I don’t see through your stupid riddles. Do you even know who I am?” I growled angrily. The woman paused for a moment, then smiled. If I thought she was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to how she looks when she smiles. Then her smile turned, and her magnificent face held hints of sadness.
“Yes, I know who you are. Do you know who I am?”.
I stared at her as she waited for me to answer her question. I could taste the answer on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t see the answer, or hear it, but I know that I know it, somehow. The itching in the back of my mind got worse. I wanted to bang the side of my head to make it stop, but it was persistent. I pressed my fingers to my temple and scrunched up my face. Why won't this stop.
“Let me help you” the woman said softly as she stepped towards me. I growled and held up my extended claws. She reached for my face, and I told myself to stop her. But my arms wouldn’t move. Nothing would move, not my arms, legs, fingers, nothing. In that one split second, I was screaming inside my head to not let her touch me. But it was like my body and my head were separate entities, no longer working together, but against each other.
Her soft hand cupped my cheek, the coolness of her skin on mine made me shiver. It was like electric sparks rolled through my veins, reigniting a dying flame inside my body. A sensation I couldn’t recognise swarmed my every thought and feeling. My head spun and it was like everything around me started to blur back into focus. I looked up at the woman, and I knew exactly who she is. I've looked upon her face a hundred times before. Selene. The Moon Goddess herself. I could see every time that she sat with me in this same exact frozen concrete room. I could still feel her warmth every time she hugged me, held me, and soothed me. I could once again hear her calming words and whispers of encouragement. I could remember her and the stories she told me. She was here, with me, in this room. I remember it all now.
But I don’t just remember her, I remember my father, the man from my dream. But I know now, it wasn’t a dream, it was a memory. He was real, I remember him. I remember his strong and powerful frame and watching it wither away to skin and bones as the years passed. I remember his face and the love he held in his eyes when he looked at me. I remember the feel of his skin on those rare occasions we could be close enough to touch. I remember the sound of his voice when he told me not to give up. I can still hear his voice, I can hear the love and sorrow mixed into his words. I remember all the stories he told me about the incredible woman that gave birth to me, and about the special bond I shared with my identical twin sister. I remember all of it. How he spoke so sadly about missing them both, how he hoped he would see them again someday, and of course, that he wished I could meet them for myself. I've known all along about Zelena. How could I not, our father spoke of her constantly. But how could I have forgotten about her, about him, about my mother. Why is it only now that I remember again.
With all these memories flooding back into my mind, like they never truly left, there is one thing that I see clearer than anything else. And that’s the day it all changed, the day my father was taken from me. I can still see the fear on his face, it’s as clear as day. I can feel his warm blood on my skin as it spurted over me when his throat was cut. I remember the dread and the sorrow, the helplessness I felt. I remember the pain in my chest as his lifeless body dropped to the cold floor. And I remember her. I remember how she did nothing to stop it, how she just let it happen. I remember how she let him die and then left me to suffer alone in this hellish place.
I lifted my gaze to meet hers, and anger filled me to the brim. She is the Moon Goddess. The creature I was trained to hate, to hunt, to kill. She is the reason for all of this. All the things that I had to endure, everything that I was forced to go through, the torture, the abuse, all of it. It was all because of her. She had the ability to save me, to take me away from this place, but she refused. I remember begging and pleading with her to help me. But it was the same answer every time. ‘I cannot intervene’. What kind of bullshit is that.
“You!” I growled out and stepped back away from her touch.
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