Chapter 8.

Zenith shifted uncomfortably on the grass and jolted up. He looked around and then turned to his side and saw, his wife. He was shocked, how can his wife still be alive when she was-He was interrupted by another voice, it was, female too, a little young. So he turned around and saw a little yellow haired girl running towards him. He was shocked, shocked to see his, daughter.

He got up and ran towards her and gave her a hug while the little girl giggled. He slowly pinched himself and closed his eyes. He reopened them and let go of his daughter who then runs up towards her mother.

He teared up and whispered to himself, "So it was all a dream? I never left my world?" He smiled and walked towards his wife. She pulled him in a hug, making a group hug. He smiled and suddenly felt something else inside of him.

He felt a pull, something was pulling him out of his own body. And when it did, he saw himself hugging his family, except this one was happily hugging them. He was once again sad but kept watching the events unfold. Then he saw his surroundings being warped. he looked back at himself and saw them celebrating something else.

"Wait, what?" He said, confused, but of course no one heard him, "I don't remember this."

"You weren't supposed to." A voice said, a little distorted but audible enough to make out.

"Who, who are you?" He asked.

"Calm down mortal, I am Yemmor, I'm a master of memories." He introduced himself.

"Are you doing this?" Zenith asked again.

"I could have sworn you hear what I said, no. I did not do this, I'm here because I need to warn you about an impending disaster."

"What? What disaster?"

suddenly, everything around him froze, "One that you are not ready for, I'm telling you this is because I need to remove this memory from you again!"

"What? Why?!"

"He, is using this to weaken you, to remind you of your mistake!"

"Mistake?"

"Oh no, it's too late."

Once again, the vision warped into many of Zenith's forgotten memories, showing his anniversaries, his only daughter's birthdays and many more until, it came to a stop. Zenith's eyes widen when he saw the current past he was in. He backed off, trying hard not to remember this one.

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"Alethea!" The past version of Zenith shouted. Zenith could only watch himself desperately calling for his wife. The present one is currently standing inside his burning house, he closed his eyes when eh heard the cries of his family.

He eventually opened them after the past version was talking to them and comforting them. He saw his daughter crying on his shoulders, he started tearing up at the sight. He then saw the wooden beam that was preventing them from moving. He remembered that he was no longer capable of using his power as he had used them all.

"I'll be back! I promise!" the past version said.

Zenith, knowing it was the lie that had told them, glared at himself who was already out of his house. He started to cry and shouted, "You fool! You just had to lie didn't you?! This is why she died! This is why they died damn you!" He shouted and knelt on the floor, crying.

"Yemmor?" He called out, he realized that he was no longer there with him. He couldn't do anything else but watch his house burn down completely, his vision was obscured by a thick smoke.

The smoke eventually fades and he saw himself kneeling in front of his burned house, they were both currently kneeling in front of each other. The other one not knowing the present him is here. The rest of the surviving villagers and the king himself came up to him. The next one wasn't very visible nor was it audible as his vision faded and he felt the same pull.

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Zenith woke up screaming, the memory of his past still fresh in his mind. His scream interrupted Pearl's training. She looked at him, confused. She walked up to him and asked what's wrong, he told her to leave him alone for the time being which she gladly accepted.

Note: Short but, still, more to come. Next chapter's about the escape. After that, he will finally tell about this dreadful part of his past.