Karen's mouth fell slightly open as her eyes narrowed in confusion.
Athena?
Athena?
Tanok knows her mother?
"Athena!" The old man spoke again, reaching out for a stick near him, "I thought you were all grown!! How did you become so small again?" He poked Karen's shoulder with the stick.
"I'm not...Athena," Karen finally spoke, her voice low and almost unclear.
The memory of something she had almost forgotten about, came pouring back in torrents.
'Murderer!' The voices in her head yelled.
Her insides chilled and her palms began to sweat.
She could see the blood all over again, pouring out from her mother's beheaded head, splashing on her dress.
The sword. Her mother's sword. She'd killed her mother with her own hands.
"You're not Athena?" Tanok's voice floated through her hauntin
