Romans & histoires A Traitor To Memory

I hope this isn’t a setup because if it is, Aria’s going to end up getting crushed by the only person she has left in the world other than me. Is Mim a traitor?

the familiar voice echoes, sending shivers down my body. The traitor...

“So what can we do for you today?” “We?” he asked, looking confused. “Yeah, we. Balric and I.” “I’m not here for the Betrayer,” he replied. So he was in denial. It was time to show him the truth then. “Well then I’m afraid to disappoint you, but I am the Betrayer. I am no more innocent than him. I’ve killed five people. I can remember the first like it was yesterday. I was fourteen and oh so eager to prove myself to Balric. It was actually a lot easier than you’d think or maybe Mathias was just that weak. He was the bottom of the pack always.” Callius’s frown grew and he crossed his arms over his chest, but said nothing so I continued.

I remembered how loyal, honest, hardworking, and just I was, I remember the man who vowed to lead in the right way. I remember the trust everyone had in me, especially my daughter but I failed her, I failed everyone. I cast her out when she needed me the most and made myself her enemy as I sided with the evil side. I am now a man who has betrayed everyone who was entrusted to him, a man who defies the trust in him, a man who has no value to anyone except the enemy, a man who wishes for a time machine. I only can save the one thing that I could, which is my daughter. I will lay my life to save hers, I will...

“Your life? That’s the thing in question.” “I swear on the Moon Goddess!” I sobbed. ‘Surely they would remember that swearing on the Moon Goddess was a sacred act and believe me?” She tilted her head, that same mocking smile on her face. “Oh sweetie! The Moon Goddess? Do you think she listens to traitors?” “I’m not a traitor!” I yelled. “You’re in a room with traitors,” the man pointed out calmly. “That makes you one by default. Want to know what they do to traitors?”

Even on the day she was leaving she tried to talk Gwen out of it, but she was not going to budge. As she walked, she remembered the different places where the bodies of her comrades lay. She saw the places where she was sent to clean up blood and all the other stuff that came out of people who were killed. It was not a nice thing to remember but she could not keep herself from thinking like it. “In times of desperation, it seems like there is even a call for the weakest of us.”

I didn’t want to disgrace myself, and I didn’t want to disgrace my family. It felt like drowning. Like a giant hand was holding me underwater. When I obeyed, the hand loosened. When I disobeyed, it pushed me down again. I betrayed myself. I betrayed all the suffering I had endured. I was weak. I had never been to school. No one had ever taught me how to live, how to stand up for myself, or how to be brave. I was just a pathetic “Bunny Girl,” returning to a mansion I once thought was paradise. I believed I had been saved. I thought I had found redemption.

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.