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Chapter 37: Identity

"Goodbye, oh mighty goddess." Arba's taunting voice made Alya growl, but she couldn't move as Arba's form walked away from the growing pool of blood on the floor.

The pain in Alya's abdomen was abnormal. Alya doubted that even magic could heal it. The wound was tainted… and the poison was spreading, only barely suppressed by her lingering powers. Alya couldn't breathe. It was too painful.

It can't be. I can't die. Not yet. I haven't... finished anything… Sheba… Solomon… I'm so...rry.

Alya gasped, springing upright as one hand darted to her abdomen-her other hand was strangely trapped under something and could not move. She glanced down at the professionally wrapped bandaging around her torso stained red with her blood. She noticed that her bloodied dress was ripped around her midsection to give access to the wound, causing her to frown. But she had been dying… she knew it. No one of Alma Torran could have saved her. She had lost too much blood.

As she scrutinized the wound, she tensed, finally realizing that she was not alone. Soft, rhythmic breathing was coming from beside her. She glanced over to find a familiar black-haired man. He held her right hand tightly in his as he slept, his head resting in his crossed arms as he leaned against the bed. Judal. Alya's frown deepened. Her mind had supplied the name but she did not know him.

She tried to remove her hand from his grasp but he held on tightly. With a growl of irritation, she yanked her hand away, causing the man to wake up with a start. He looked around, blinking away sleepiness before his beautiful red eyes landed on her. "Alya…" he breathed. That one word was filled of such emotion that Alya drew back in confusion. The man looked confused and hurt at her action.

Judal hadn't realized he had fallen asleep until he felt Alya's hand move. He looked up in confusion, sleep blurring his vision for a moment. At the sight of familiar golden-brown eyes staring back at him, he felt all his worries suddenly gone. "Alya…" He felt so strange. Relieved of course, that his servant was awake. Though normally he shouldn't care. But she was his nonetheless. He had not yet grown bored of her company. He also felt strangely warm and had the strangest urge to hug her, to feel her lips against his. She was alive! He knew he would never let her go again.

"Who are you?" Three simple words caused Judal to freeze. Everything around them seemed to crumble.

"W-what do you mean, Alya?" She had to be joking, right?

"I mean exactly what I said. Who. Are. You?" Alya looked at him in irritation. "Where is Arba? Better yet, where is Ugo."

Judal's brows furrowed. Ugo? Why did that name sound familiar.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of ruffling bedsheets as Alya began to stand up. "I need spare clothing," she informed him.

He growled. Did she expect him to do her bidding? "I am not some servant, Alya. Lie back down," he ordered.

She looked at him in surprise. "If not then what are you doing here? Again, I return to my first question. Who are you?"

Before Judal could retort he noticed Alya's eyes glaze over as she doubled over, her hands pressed against her wound. "Alya!" Judal came up to her quickly and helped her back onto the bed.

"Something's wrong…" she gasped in pain.

Judal frowned. "No duh. You got stabbed by that idiot."

"Arba is no idiot. Do not underestimate her. She had poisoned the wound." Arba? She said that earlier too. Who the fuck is that?

"I'm not talking about some woman. Alibaba." The man hissed the name with such venom that Alya felt sorry for whoever this Alibaba was. Blonde hair flashed through her mind momentarily, making her frown. Wait… did he just say that it was not Arba who had stabbed her? No. That can't be right. That's when she noticed purplish hair blocking her vision at the sides. Purple? But her hair was brown, wasn't it?

Sinbad. A man with purple hair flashed through her mind. Once again she thought of an unfamiliar name. Who was Sinbad? Brother. The same man appeared, laughing. Alya grabbed her head in between her hands. Why was she hearing this voice? She had no brother! Sindria. She felt the boat sway beneath her as she neared towering rocks. She could see a town beside the ocean. "Stop it!" She screamed. Yamraiha, Sharrkan, Jafar- "STOP!" Her mind was overwhelmed with strange memories of laughing with people she had never seen before.

"ALYA!" The call of her name with such worry by a familiar voice made Alya's heart feel heavy within her chest. No, she didn't want him to worry. She cared for him; that's the whole reason she had stepped in front of the dagger.

No, she never stepped in front of a dagger. Arba had stabbed her. But then why was she remembering the moon illuminating her blood, the face of a blonde boy as it contorted into a horrified look, the paled face of the black-haired man as his lips moved to try and form words.

She didn't realize she had been shaking until hands grabbed her shoulders. "Alya. Look at me."

Slowly, Alya untangled her quivering hands from her hair and looked into red eyes. The back-haired man stood in front of her. He shifted so that he could sit beside her on the bed. "Who-" she tried to ask his name again only to be cut off.

"I'm Judal. Remember." He told her sternly, shaking her shoulders slightly. It was a command, no a question. Suddenly, Judal wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. Her tremors slowly subsided as she gripped his scarf. The feeling of the fabric in her hands felt familiar, and his arms around her made her feel warm and safe.

"Judal…" she whispered. The name felt familiar on her lips. The ice magic he had used to stab her shoulder, the peaches he always ate, the necklace, the kiss… Her thoughts halted as a blush spread across her face. With a shaky breath, she curled up against him and closed her eyes as sleep began to take her.

I remember you… Judal.

Did anyone see that coming? Having memories of 2 different lives must be such a headache, literally.

So im sure this may be a bit confusing. Basicly, being stabbed in the SAME EXACT location caused Alya to remember her past life. And of course, right after waking up from new memories she's disoriented and still thinks of herself as the Alya from Alma Torran. It takes a while for her current memories to resurface from the onslaught of old memories.