The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 394: Waking To A Strange World

Chapter 394: Waking To A Strange World

ZINA (Two hours after the deformed awakened)

"Who are you?" Zina whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding in her ears. Her eyes scanned the stranger’s face, searching for familiarity and finding none.

"It’s me... Fionna. Don’t you remember me?" the woman who stood before her said, her voice snappy with disbelief.

Zina blinked, staring harder. "How have you grown so much?" she asked, more to herself than the girl, her heart racing with unease.

"Is something wrong with your head?" The strange woman who referred to herself as her childhood archenemy Fionna, snapped.

She turned away from her, only to behold another stranger’s face. Confusions caused her brows to furrow.

"And you? Who are you?" She asked the strange man.

"It’s me. Daemon," he said, stepping forward, his expression tense but hopeful.

Her breath caught. "Daemon?"

"Yes. Your husband."

Zina shook her head slowly, backing away. "I... I don’t know you."

His face twisted in pain. "How could you not? We married just a few days ago."

"Few days ago?" Her eyes darted around in panic. "Then how is it that I can’t remember anything? Certainly, you must have it wrong... I do not know you."

His voice cracked as he stepped closer. "How could you have forgotten us? Think harder, Zina! Remember us? You’re my mate. We are mates."

"But... but... I can’t remember a thing!" Her voice rose in a tremble. "Please, go away from me."

"Look harder," he pleaded, reaching for her hand. "Look at me harder. Do you remember now? This touch? These dark eyes that have set upon you hundreds of times?"

She stared at him for a long, breathless moment, her eyes glossing over.

"You were once in my vision," she whispered. "A king in commoner’s clothes. But that is all I can remember. The mate I know rejected me long ago. You tease me by calling me your wife!"

His voice was hoarse. "No, I don’t..."

"Go away!" she screamed, turning from him. "Just leave! I came to this world with nothing! And I am content to leave as the lone wolf I’ve always been!"

A softer voice broke the silence. "What about me? Have you forgotten me as well?"

Zina turned, her heart thudding. "Who... who are you?"

"Brynn."

The name didn’t spark anything. She shook her head slowly. "I... I’ve never heard that name."

"You named me," the voice said, small and pained. "How could you forget so easily?"

Her knees buckled as something akin to a light tugged at her.

"Brynn? Brynn?" she cried, her voice quivering with dread. "Oh no, my child. Come back to me. Brynn, where are you?! Why... why can’t I see you anymore?"

The voice came once more, distant now, like a fading dream. "That’s because I’m gone, mother."

"Nooo!" Zina’s cry ripped from her throat as she collapsed to the floor, her grief a tidal wave crashing over her broken memories.

Even as she woke from her turbulent nightmare, she was still screaming like the world she knew had gone against her in the most terrible ways.

A girl was over her immediately. Brown eyes and brown haired.

She hugged her, clutching at her shoulders as if to rock away her immense grief that knew no bounds. Zina, unable to stand on her own and heavy with grief allowed her to rock her for along time till her tears dried up and all that was left was a heart that was heavy for reasons she knew nothing of.

"Who are you?" She asked the strange girl rocking her when her tears receded.

The girl pulled back, brown eyes staring intensely at her. "It’s me... Seraph," she said slowly as one would a child, "you saved me, Theta. Have you forgotten?"

Theta?

Seraph?

Zina thought hard in those two words, hoping and willing the meanings to come to her. It hurt, like she was pushing through fire, but then images began to rush at her rapidly.

One after the other.

In connection with the girl that stood before her was image of a young girl washing the blindfolded body of her younger self.

This girl was someone who had been with her for a long time.

Adult Fionna whom she had seen in her dreams was the woman that she had later reconnected with.

And the man who called himself Daemon was indeed her husband, and the man she loved more than anything in the world.

For how long would her lucidity last? The whole affair of breaking her seemed to be a trite attempt at stealing her memories and rendering her mentally useless.

It was scary, but her mother had warned her of the same when she managed to activate the projection just before her next bouts of torture started.

In that projection, her mother had taken care to warn Zina of things that would happen. She told Zina that resisting the torture was useless and that she should give in instead.

Amongst the many things they managed to speak of in all but five minutes, they had come up with a dangerous plan that was dependent on when Zina was eventually lucid.

Which meant now was the time.

She turned to Seraph, "Did you manage to get the items I asked of you?" She asked her. At the least the maidservant had abandoned hysterics and wasn’t crying. Zina could tell that she was trying so hard not to cry and break before her.

An effort that was considerable and commendable at the same time.

"Yes I have," Seraph whispered, discreetly showing Zina candles and a scroll-like map.

The map might end up not being necessary should Zina follow the new plan, but she still stowed it away. Seraph’s shoulder’s seemed to shake without effort, and Zina wondered what the girl had to gone through to procure those items.

"Well done," she said to her, patting her on the shoulders.

Seraph raised her head in response, "If I couldn’t do this much... then I’ve failed your six years of goodness to me. Have you forgotten? You might have established the Thralgor Spy Guild but it’s I who took care of the affairs. I’m far nimbler than you give me credit for."

Zina smiled, placing the candles strategically on the floor as moonlight streamed into the room.

"Theta," Seraph said in a slightly shaky voice, "there are monsters everywhere." She said.

"I know," Zina said grimly, continuing with her task.

She couldn’t afford to loose any moment of her lucidity. There was a darkness in her heart that was screaming, and the only thing that kept that darkness down was the runes her mother said she discreetly transferred in her body after her birth.

An act that had been responsible for how easily Zina could conjour up such projections. So within her were two things; one a darkness that tethered her to the deformed, the second a product of her mother’s love and a part of the revered item of her pack.

Now, it kept her sanity together albeit on a thin time.

"Also," Seraph continued hesitantly, "the manor is preparing for your marriage with Rowan."

"Wh...what?!" Zina scoffed, attempting to keep her tone down but failing.

They must be kidding her. First they use her, now they wanted to tether her permanently to pure evil itself.

Never!

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