Memories-1~

•Previously•

Everyone were stunned. too shocked to speak. What everyone thought was if Lia was dead. But how can she die while her destiny was far ahead of her...

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Penelope continued, "She has to know! They have to know! We can't keep them in the dark anymore Lila! You need to understand that!" Lila fell silent. She was right. It was finally the time. Meanwhile, Jack and the three Rs stand startled. They did not understand a thing but it was quite obvious that it was a serious matter.

Conall starts "You all.... you all really don't remember? all those times we made memories in this house.... In our house..."

Lia's POV:

I wandered on the corridors by myself. It was still silence that gave me both peace and chills. It was a chilly morning and the cold breeze was hitting my bare face turning it into a pale red colour. I advanced towards a balcony over looking a beautiful lake surrounded by sweet smelling flowers.

Suddenly a stinging voice was hurting my head. It was really eerie and strange. It sounded like..... me.....? It sounded like me giggling and singing. A loud static interrupted the sound. While it cleared it was like another episode was playing... It was me.... crying for forgiveness. "Please Pen- Penelope... don't do this..." "I am so sorry... Elle... I have to... I will never forgive myself for doing this!" It was then a still silence. The end of the episodes. I fell to the ground on my back trying to breath again.

Although this happened for only a few seconds it seemed like hours. I perhaps felt like retracing step which were never taken...

Like I couldn't remember something so important that I started to feel guilty... I finally came back from the dream like state and was able think properly again. Elle? I suddenly felt a wave of random memories hit me.

Little girls swimming with the mermaids. Flying on hippogriffs. Cooking together. Sleeping in a huge room. Hunting in the deep forests. It was all random... hard to piece it together.

Elle? My eyes started to water as they fall upon a painting on the roof of the balcony. Three little girls laying on a bed of grass with their hands joined. Although their features matched perfectly they had different hair colours. One little girl had deep black hair braided into one on either sides of her body, the other had a flowing blond hair that was twisted into a little crown on the top of her head, the left had silver-grey open hair that was shining and long.

It was like they were princesses. I was a princess....? I stood up straight and wanted to go to Penelope get this cleared. What was that....? Was it my past life....? Was it just memories that were erased from my life....? I really needed to know! I stood there and sobbed loudly...