𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋
I followed the crinkle of her brow to the alertness and curiosity glimmering in her eyes. Even now, I could hear the gears of her mind grinding to take it all in. I caught every micro-expression on her face, sealing it somewhere in my mind—the place where I kept my treasures.
Her eyes flitted to me for the shadow of a second, as if she were trying to unlock what I was hiding behind my own. But I was well aware of just how far from the whole truth our story was. Even now, so many decades later, we knew no living being would be able to comprehend the Age of the Sundering and the hell our father had unleashed. Their minds would collapse on themselves. No one could know what we truly did after the war was "won."
And all of it could also be related to why the visions we all seemed to have when we touched Aurora were false. All of them pointed to us knowing her before—in a childhood we could no longer remember.
