Chapter Fifteen
Derek
I had been happy. That was the first thing I realized as memories came flooding back to me.
I hadn’t only forgotten the bad, I’d forgotten the good, too.
But the good quickly faded and then the darkness came.
My father. He was the darkness. The way he’d screamed at me, used his magic on me.
He wanted me to show my magic. He knew I had magic.
Many things were blurry as I recalled the forgotten trauma, but it was clear he’d used painful magic on me, trying to get my magic to surface.
Memory after memory came to me, and then, he was there.
A boy. A true copy of younger me. Crying in pain in front of me, his small hand holding onto mine as he was forced away from me.
“No,” I wailed. “No, no, no.”
I had a brother. I had a twin. And they took him.
I was dragged down into Nolen’s lap as he hugged me and cooed into my ear, saying all sorts of wonderfully nice things, but all I could see was the brown eyes of my twin.
“Forgive us,” Trise sobbed, and then everything got dark.