Page 58 of Royal Lies

I watched the soft glow of the bright sun hitting the tips of each winter rose, almost a little halo glowing above each petal. The rays of light peaking out from the edge of each flower. Oh hey, look! Winter roses! I smiled as I imagined them wilting in a blaze of hell fire, the only thing that could burn them. Taking a breath into my lungs I could feel the magic flowing in the breeze as I lifted my hand to make my imagination come true, a simple heating spell or I could reflect the sun's rays and start a fire. Suddenly a piercing pain splashed across my brain.

"Roses, ya, they're my favorite, but... I'm starting to like lilies a lot more.” A boy with light cool winter blue hair and icebergblue eyes gleaming with warmth despite his cold powers gazed back at me, a soothing smile etched across his face.

"Hey! They're my favorite too, lilies I mean. Mine are the orange ones. What about you and your roses?" A female voice replied her tone whimsical and nonchalant.

"Red. White. And Purple." The boy responded, his small smile even more comforting than the sun.

I clenched my head from the pain and the onslaught of memories as I stared back at the bed of roses. Clenching my fists I turned to walk away from the colorful assortment of roses.

Burning none.

For some reason, I-I don't want to burn anything anymore.

Why did I want to burn them in the first place?

I tried shaking off the pain, but it just won't stop. As images upon images scattered in fragmented pieces exploded in my mind. "No-No, please no-" A girl's hoarse broken cries echoed in the chaos that surrounded her like flames from hell. Her voice was so familiar. But why?

"No- Flynn, please. Please don't fucking leave me, Flynn please!" Agony, nothing but agony was left in the girl's voice as she screamed her grief into the burning air.

Flynn, the prince? Why was she calling out for him or was it another Flynn?

The voice sounded destroyed, distorted by her pain. The utter desperation in her voice was obvious. Did she care for him?

Why?

I felt my own heart tug at her cries.It was just a memory so why am I so devastated?

Was - was she me?

My mind spun.

Roses- yes, roses are nice. I was roaming the gardens- no- wait, where- where am I- what am I saying? Of course, I'm in the gardens.

"Nooo!" I bellowed as the pain lanced my heart as if I was the girl.

"Kile- that's enough, I don't know how you survived but let me tell you now you won't again." The girl,notme, noamme? No, not me-yesme-I-I don't know. Ugh! I clenched both hands against my throbbing head.

I was the one speaking.

Yes, it was me, these are my-my memories-I-think.

I was looking around or she was looking around the gardens but no one else was there. The green-haired man, who was he?

He turned, holding his hands in the air in the universal sign of surrender, placating me, "Listen to me Everetta, things aren't as they seem. We don't have time-you-you have to find them-promise me. Promise me you'll find them." He pleaded, his voice echoing like some awful drum pounding over and over again and again. Slamming my hands against the sides of my head I tried to stop this magics awful pounding.

"Please just stop," I moaned out loud to no one in particular, my knees going down from the double penetration of pain lancing my heart and brain.

"My beautiful little darling, I love you." A gentle motherly voice spoke, it sounded like a calming breeze against a Wolf Court storm, her cold withered hands tracing my cheeks.

Stop this, please someone just stop this! Slamming my eyes closed I crawled as if getting out of the garden might help heal me from whatever this was.

My magic, that's right I could use my magic to stop this. Except I can't remember the spell.

Why can't I remember the spell?

I need the spell!

I need a way out.

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