Athena looked up, a scared expression masking her eyes as she watched the word painted on the wall, heard their voices echo in her mind. The image of her pounding on her wall merely moments ago, began to form in her mind, almost as if she watching herself. Watching her eyes glaze as her mind lost itself in a memory that she knew will happen and yet had already happened. Her paradoxical fold of time.
She watched as she drew blood from the side of her palm. She heard the blood rushing faster through her veins as a bitter taste coated her tongue. Something evil was taking over her body. Between the loud pounding and the voices of her memory, she heard another soft whisper.
She heard that voice.
The voice of the chateau.
The crumpled creature's desperate voice laced between all the sounds. So soft that one could easily miss it. She heard it begging in her ear.
"Taljack... Ouri…Taljack Ouri… Taljack…."
Come to me.
