Chapter 3: Twice a curse

Three years were now a blur to her, she only held on faintly to tiny wisps of memories the moved from her reach if she ever tried to look at them closer. Try as she might those three years were a mystery to her. She knew one thing from the wispy memories she still held, there was a red eyed Cajun that meant something more to her, or at least meant something, but she felt as though she was cursed to never know.

"I couldn't remove her memories, she held on so strongly, especially to the one of him. All I could do was lock them away, hiding them from her, only the tiniest portions remain where I couldn't get them, but Tessa do you think it's right to keep her away from him? Her feelings were so strong she should easily break through the shields and locks in no time to get the memories of him back."

"Not to worry Emma" The raven-haired beauty replied to her Blonde associate and accomplice "Rogue shall need her memories soon enough and everything is going to plan, and it shall stay that way. Now prepare for her party a masquerade where we shall test her loyalty."

Emma turned to leave the room, only to stop when her name was called.

"Emma," Sage called at the leaving girl "Don't forget to invite him, I have a use for him to"

Emma exited the room leave Sage alone within the expanse of the elaborately decorated office. Her plan would work, she knew it would he'd come and she'd gain all the power she needed to evoke her plan to its fullest potential.

Emma sent the messages for the masquerade out before turning her attention to Rogue. The girl was looking very confused, of course Emma knew it had to do with the blurred years and mysterious red eyed Cajun the haunted her mind.

"It's ok Rogue, I can help you" she said with sugary sweetness " but only after you masquerade ball though, Tessa would be so upset if you didn't attend and it is all for you anyway. Beside I think the ball may just help you remember."

Before turning her back to the girl she flicked a few fake memories into her mind before pulling the ones of the Hellfire girls to the top.

"Of course" Rogue replied "you only turn twenty-one once"

Emma simply smiled Rogue was already twenty-one, she had been for three and a half weeks, but Emma had fixed the problem and dissolved that knowledge. Rogue smiled in return, she was going to be happy here, even if three years were a blur. Now if only the cursed memory of the Cajun would dissipate from her mind