Welcome to my newest story. Well, actually this is the sequel to my other story In Omnia Paratus. You don't really have to read that story to understand what this story is about but feel free to read it anyway! There will be a couple of answers in that other story already.

So, today is my birthday and I don't really celebrate it. Thought it would be a nice surprise for you to update this story. As my gift to you.

This first chapter is also the last chapter of the other story. So if you have already read it you can just skip to the second chapter.

I sit on a chair in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. My fingers roam over my body, over the scars that telling the story of my life. But they are telling a story that I can't remember. I try to remember, anything. Without much success.

My name? Rose Hathaway. My story? It is just about to begin. People are telling me how lucky I am that I have a chance at a new life. They all look with pity when they say that I have been through so much but isn't it to me to tell if I have been through too much?

I have lost ten years of my life in one night. They say I am twenty-five but the last memory I have was when I was fifteen. I had this sleepover with Lissa and she was telling me all about the things that keep happening and that we should leave the academy. I told her that we couldn't and then she was about to begin her Lissa reasoning but I can't remember what she told me.

I try to remember what she told me because maybe when I do remember that little thing, I will remember the rest. I want to remember the rest. Lissa died, two years later, and I can't remember that. Mason died, two years later, before Lissa died. And I can't remember that. I lost two of my best friends.

When I woke up in the hospital two weeks had passed since my accident. Or, it wasn't really an accident but they keep calling it that. My father, Abe, Adrian, Christian and the big Russian Dimitri. How did I end up in a world surrounded with only guys?

I decided to come live with Abe in his mansion. They all offered a place for me to recover and to heal myself. Adrian said he could manage to get us a house at court where we could live but I don't want to live at court. Christian wanted to take me with him to live with him and Tasha but the Russian and Abe began to protest instantly. Even the Russian told me he wanted to take me. He told me his family lived in Russia and we could live with them.

I asked him what would be doing in Russia? He just smiled and told me to think about it. My body seems to betray me because my heart started to beat faster at the thought of living with him. He is handsome. Really, really handsome. But I don't want to live with a stranger in Russia.

And now? Now I live with a stranger, my father. But I am still in America. Not that I am not flattered that four different guys wants to live with me. Well, three, and my father.

First I wanted to go back to the academy but after being there two days I wanted to run as far as I could. Everyone seemed to recognize me and knowing what happened with me. Accept for me. I didn't and still don't know.

I still can't walk or move my legs fully but I have feeling in them. And with therapy and training I will be able to walk again. Some day in the future. Walk, dance, be a guardian. I want to go back to who I was. Train to be a guardian again. Protect my moroi. Whoever that is going to be.

But for the coming months I am stuck in my wheelchair in the Mazur mansion. Doing nothing, nothing and more of nothing. Soon it is summer vacation and that means that the big Russian, Dimitri, is coming.

He is calling me every day to ask me how I am doing. If I remember something and asking me if I need something. I can't remember him. Not a single thing about him. But he asks me those question and talks to me and I have this feeling that he meant so much to me once.