The Unknown

Chapter 18

There are so many voices in my head. I don't know what to listen to. 

"Woofs" i say calling out. 

Memories start to flood my mind almost as if some sort of block has been lifted. I walk along a dark path and looking in on each memory.  It's like looking in through a window of different occasions of my life. I see a younger me and my grand parents  

"You are not Sophie Knight, you are Sophie Rise" i hear my grandparents say. "You will forget that name" 

"But why?" I question. A hand lands straight across my face and i am knocked to the floor with the force of the hit. I stumble back away from the memory and move on. 

The next one I see my bedroom flooded with light well actually everywhere I am filled with light never any darkness. 

I keep moving forward looking in on the memories as I go. Each one is horrid and shows a horrid up brining with my grandparents. Then I remember they weren't my grandparents. I was kidnapped. I think back to something the pathetic excuse of a man said "Sophs this could have been so easy the son and daughter of the gods. But you are obsessed with those mutts" 

Daughter of the gods. No i can't be? I stop and listen closely to the many voices filling my head "You are the lost daughter" 

"I'm the lost daughter, I am the daughter of the moon goddess and the god of darkness  I am destined to be the next moon goddess" i call out. 

I know the truth. I know who I really am. I know what happened to me and I know that Mr Day and his mother were behind it all. 

I will myself to wake up but i still felt trapped in the darkness. 

I scream in frustration as a power builds within me. 

"Sophie follow the path. Search your forgotten memories it is the only way out." 

I do as the voice instructs I keep moving on and seeing all the things I did growing up. From the being forced to recite I hate were wolves to art work being torn up as it was of the night. The self defence lessons, the disappointment when I went to uni and did my PhD in Psychology specifically  looking at perceptions and attitudes towards were wolves. The last horrific memory I encounter is of the day I came home with my phases of the moon tattoo down my spine. I was dragged to the basement of the house and was lashed for having it done. I look at my side and see a small scar shining at me as I realise so many of my memories were taken from me. By who I don't know but I have them back now and that is all that matters. 

Finally I'm brought back to a memory. The dream I had some time ago. The night I was taken. when I was playing with woofs. I look at him closer and I know those eyes. The longer i look i feel myself being pulled into them "Jason" i whisper. "Woofs is Jason, Jason and woofs are the same person. My best friend before all of this was my mate" I can't contain my excitement.  I need to get back to him.