Dreams were the bane of anyone with the Sight, for they brought hints of the past and warnings of the future, dreams were never dealt with lightly to those who walked with their eyes wide open. And since she was unconscious, she couldn't wake up from those dreams on her own.
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Why don't you remember your past? Stephan, her old partner asked curiously. They were nowhere, in a realm of gray without distinct features. You never forgot anything that I know of, so why this? Why can't you remember anything past your seventh year?
I don't know. Hope turned, finding herself in the filthy alley where she had been found, it was cold, bitingly cold. She knelt, touching the ground, but could find only the memories of strangers, of people she did not know. For her, there was no trace of the child she had been.
You're hiding. A small voice said as she jerked back, seeing a grime-covered girl sporting old and new wounds, a track-record of abuse. Her hair could have been red, but it was hard to tell. They're hunting for you, you know. Your dad knows the truth, The girl cocked her head, looking at the older woman, the woman she would become with old, knowing eyes. So does the freedom league. Why do you think they've done their best to keep you out of wearing a mask and joining them? It's not out of dislike, but out of.... Fear. Of what you could become.
I am Hope Winters, Aegis Agent, daughter of Alexander Winters. It doesn't matter who my parents are. Alexander Winters raised me. He is my father in every way that counts. Hope snarled back, angry, backing away.
You can't run forever you know. They're closing in on the truth, of where you are of who you are. They will claim you. The little girl said quietly.
And they will not succeed. I make my own choices and my own path. Blood doesn't matter. Hope snapped back.
It's always about the blood. the girl giggled. It's always in the blood that makes you what you are. [/sblock]
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Why don't you remember your past? Stephan, her old partner asked curiously. They were nowhere, in a realm of gray without distinct features. You never forgot anything that I know of, so why this? Why can't you remember anything past your seventh year?
I don't know. Hope turned, finding herself in the filthy alley where she had been found, it was cold, bitingly cold. She knelt, touching the ground, but could find only the memories of strangers, of people she did not know. For her, there was no trace of the child she had been.
You're hiding. A small voice said as she jerked back, seeing a grime-covered girl sporting old and new wounds, a track-record of abuse. Her hair could have been red, but it was hard to tell. They're hunting for you, you know. Your dad knows the truth, The girl cocked her head, looking at the older woman, the woman she would become with old, knowing eyes. So does the freedom league. Why do you think they've done their best to keep you out of wearing a mask and joining them? It's not out of dislike, but out of.... Fear. Of what you could become.
I am Hope Winters, Aegis Agent, daughter of Alexander Winters. It doesn't matter who my parents are. Alexander Winters raised me. He is my father in every way that counts. Hope snarled back, angry, backing away.
You can't run forever you know. They're closing in on the truth, of where you are of who you are. They will claim you. The little girl said quietly.
And they will not succeed. I make my own choices and my own path. Blood doesn't matter. Hope snapped back.
It's always about the blood. the girl giggled. It's always in the blood that makes you what you are. [/sblock]