Just so you know this is a sequel to Remembering Memories. If you haven't read that, I highly suggest it, or you will have no idea what's going on. So here's the much awaited sequel.
Recap.
You've been double agenting haven't you?
Possibly.
Why haven't you told me about this sooner?
It wasn't time.
You left little hints though.
You're right.
You made the suggestion to call me Nevar, because it's Raven backwards. You wanted me to remember.
I did. And I didn't.
I don't understand.
You will, Raven. You will.
Raven's POV
When will I?
My father walked around the clearing, glancing at the bodies on the ground with a slight, sick amusement in his eyes. He stopped at last, in front of me, he brown eyes, so similar yet so different than mine, staring at me with hidden intentions.
"You will. That's all you need to know."
But I want to know now. I want to know why. I want to how. I want to know when. Why can't you tell me now, Mitch?
"In the same way I never tell Max exactly what it is she needs to do."
THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! THAT'S NOT DAMN WELL NEAR GOOD ENOUGH!
I moved swiftly, picking up my sword off the ground and holding it up in front of him.
"Put it down. I said put it down Raven!" I inwardly winced. Even with our distant relationship, the authority in my father's voice was mystifying.
I lowered the sword slowly.
Then tell me one thing. Why did I have to pretend to kill them, when I can hardly remember who they even are?
"Because when you remember, you will need them. I have to go, they will wake soon. I must go and inform The Home that you are dead, because you disobeyed a direct order. You have about 1 hour to get away." he said, turning to leave.
"Oh and one more thing. Try not to use your powers. It would be very unwise."
Why not? Why not Mitch? DAD!
But he had already disappeared into the shadows of the forest. Fathers. That meeting did not go as planned. I had meant to hold him at sword point and demand he tell me everything. I had meant for him to tell me who Raven was, who these kids were, why he had been dropping hints, like the notes in my lunch, and such. But what had I gotten? "Don't use your powers, and you have 1 hour to get away."
Helpful. But not what I wanted. Not at all what I had planned on demanding answers to.
Angrily, I punched a tree. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I came from. I didn't know why I had to help Max, or even who Max was, besides a person I had just "killed". Note the fact I didn't actually kill her.
Oh yeah. About that.
Me: so was this an okay introduction to a sequel? No? I didn't think so. Oh well. I tried. I do like the title. Oh and did you catch the hidden little addition I threw in? If you did, you know what I'm talking about. I promise this half of the story will be better. At least, I think it will be.
Rebbie: I think it will be too.
Me: god we just agreed on something. That NEVER happens.
Rebbie: Shut up. Anyways reviews are lovely blahdy blah blah. Don't worry, the next chapter will be longer. This is sorta just the intro. See you soon:]