"Lyra?" She looks at me incredulously. I must've had a weird expression on my face. I wasn't expecting anyone I knew to show up in that memory, especially not Lyra.
"What is it? Why are you just staring at me like that?" She asked, covering herself as if I could see through her clothes.
"No, it's nothing." I paused, thinking of the consequences if I asked her. "Actually, there is something." I paused yet again, letting my gaze wash over her face. "Did we know each other, like long ago?"
"What are you talking about? I'm sure if I had ever met a pervert like you, I'd remember." She said in a teasing yet harsh tone.
I exaggeratedly clutched my chest. "Ow, your words hurt my heart, dear Lyra."
She shot me a glare and then walked to the bunk beds. Sitting down, she said, "You were out for quite a while, a whole day as a matter of fact. What was it you were doing?" She patted a spot on the bunk bed beside her, but I remained seated on the couch.
"You remember yesterday when Director Skye said I had a visitor?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course."
"Well, I discovered that I had most, if not all, of my memories sealed. When I went to talk to the person, they unsealed a memory from my early childhood." Lyra sat and listened intently. "And, well, I think I saw you in my memory."
Lyra sat and pondered a moment before I cut in.
"It could've easily been someone else, though. I was really young, which means you would've been young too, and people change their looks."
She pondered for a moment more before answering, "I don't remember you, but we were as young as you say, then it's entirely possible we just forgot about it."
"Yeah, 'forgot'," I whispered, then I spoke up, "You're right, it's possible we just forgot about it."
She smiled at me, then looked down at her feet. She had an expression I couldn't quite read. It was a mix between regret and sorrow.
I wanted to ask, to know what she was thinking, but not yet. I decided it wasn't time. If I were to know, the angel would have told me.
She swung her feet over the bottom bunk, lying down in it. "Come here, Kai, let me show you something."
I gave her a questioning look, then decided to do as she asked. If she was gonna show me more about my past, I was all for it.
I crawled onto the bed, then she crawled on top of me. I tried to push her off, but she was unmovable.
Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"Calm down." She said coldly, "I won't 'hurt' you."
She then started pulling her top up to just above her belly button.
Then I saw it.
A glowing marking, a rune maybe? It was a circle with a vertical line in it.
Then she pulled my shirt up to the same spot. I had the same marking.
"What? When did that get there?" I asked.
"Whenever the angel gave you your memories back." Then, two wings burst from Lyra's back, "I'm sorry I lied to you. You did see me in that memory, and also, I'm sorry about one other thing."
She plucked a feather from her left wing, then it turned into a sword of pure light.
"Light is poison to your kind." She said, right before the point of the sword was thrust downwards at my head.
I moved my head to the side, barely dodging it by a hair, literally, some of my hair cut off. I focused inward, hoping to use the same power that got me out of the coffin. And it worked.
Lyra, as well as the top bunk bed, went flying into the air. Lyra came down with a thud, face up, and rolled out of the way of the falling top bunk.
"What are you doing? And what do you mean, 'light is poison to my kind'?"
"So, you don't know, huh?" Her voice was dripping with malice. "You don't know your origins. You don't know the first thing about yourself, do you?"
She then flew at me, sword pointed right at my chest. It was fast, too fast to dodge.
The sword came at me in a blur, then right before it hit me, I closed my eyes, accepting my death. It meant I wouldn't be tasked with ending this war.
But that was just wishful thinking. Then a flash of light and a ringing distorted my senses. Almost as if two blades had struck each other. I opened my eyes, thinking I would be somewhere peaceful, but I was right back in that god forsaken dorm room. But something was different, something or someone was in front of me.
I didn't care what or who it was; I punched, kicked, and clawed at whatever was in front of me.
"Why?" I sounded desperate even to my own ears. "Why didn't you just let her kill me? Then I'd be free of this responsibility." My desperation turned into seething anger.
The figure put its hand on my head, and everything went quiet. My head was empty, all the questions squirming around in there, since I woke up in that grave, gone. But it wasn't only my head, everything else was quiet, the room was quiet.
I looked up to see a beautiful woman. Silver hair and her green eyes shone like emeralds. Then I caught sight of 10 demon wings protruding from her back.
I pushed away from her, and she looked at me with pity in her eyes.
I relaxed, seeing her pitying gaze, knowing she meant me no harm.
"Kai-," She started to speak, but I cut her off.
"Great, first an angel, then a demon! What do you guys want from me? Can't I just live my life in peace?"
"I see," She whispered to herself, "That's what we always wanted, that's why we had memories sealed. It was our only line of defence to not have you enter this war. Seems like fate had other plans though." She still had that pitying look in her eyes.
"Fate this, and fate that, you want to know what I think of fate?" I said angrily. She looked at me, her gaze turning from pity to curiosity, "Fate is a piece shit."
She smiled, a warm motherly smile, then she patted me on the head, "Good, since we agree, on that end, this'll be easy." She paused, letting her words linger in the silence of wherever we were. "Kai, your blood is special, so special in fact, every race wants you on their side for this war."
"Ok?" I questioned her, "How is it special?"
"That's a conversation for another time."
"Damn it all, why won't anyone tell me anything," I screamed into the silence.
"The time for you to know will come, it's just not the right time. I can tell you one thing, though, that rune you and Lyra have, yours is meant to seal your memories, her's is meant to seal her power."
"How will I know when it's the right time?"
"I'll show you." She said simply before placing a hand on my forehead. A light shimmered to life, before my mind was filled with memories.
Wait, these weren't memories, I was older, my voice was deeper, I was taller.
My head started pounding, and I couldn't handle seeing whatever these visions were. Whether they were memories or visions of the future, my brain couldn't comprehend what was happening.
The pain was sharper, more intense than it was when the angel unsealed some of my memories. I was holding onto consciousness by a thread, but then that thread snapped, slipping me into darkness.