When I try to think about my childhood, I come up blank. The memories I have are all about the farm land but nothing before that. It was strange now that I realize it. Because I do not know why it’s blank and I never really questioned it, but now with my ‘mother’ saying that she was never my mother in the first place and that I was some prisoner, I cannot really fathom it.
Because I have no memory of a time before the woods.
There was nothing but darkness.
But maybe that’s all there was.
Darkness.
Maybe she did have me locked somewhere with no memory of anything but just the dark and nothing else.
“Don’t lie.” Ajax laughed cruelly at my mother— at this woman, tightening his grip on her neck. "Don't try to spin us with a story about my mate."
The woman, though pale and gasping for
