Zara’s POV
Vihar, Aldozat, Vereseg, just those words, that one sign, and the floodgates open, memories threatening to suffocate me. They had all been carefully locked away for all these years, wiped from my mind through pain and conditioning until I was no more than a tool to be used, but now, they return and I realise my dreams, were not dreams, they were memories.
I grab at my chest, my heart thumping against my ribcage as everything I did, that I was forced to do to become who I am, slams into me.
‘Tomas’ I gasp, tears pricking at the back of my eyes as I remember his lifeless body, standing over him, blood covering me as the sadistic b.astard who took us all, smirked down at me, holding my free hand up in victory.
The pain of the memories gives way to numbness, my body freezing as
