I woke up the next day with the name Xena still bouncing around in my head. I didn’t get it. If Nyx had blocked our emotional connection, then how come I felt that fear? Why did that name affect me the way it did? And why would Nyx be so fearful of her sister if these were really remnants of emotions from her?
There were so many questions. So many theories that were driving me crazy. What had happened between them? The few memories I got, they seemed so close. They seemed to love each other. What made them change? Except for that one time when Xena pushed Nyx, there wasn’t any other incident. And isn’t it normal to squabble between siblings?
I’m outside, seated on a boulder, watching Aspen chase butterflies. Her joyful screams did nothing to distract me from my internal turmoil.
When it
