I read all those journals and I realized that non of them seem to remember a thing about there past lives until she's dead but a question was still hanging on the air.
Why am I here?
For now the only logical reason for my existence is to break the curse. A burden I have to bear without complaint.
I couldn't lose Charlotte.
I know its too soon to love her but I did, I love her body, mind and soul and I'll be damned if I let her die with this kind of information on my hands.
I knew what I had to do. I had to go to Egypt and try to figure out the reason for my existence and to get answers.
I looked at the potion that was labeled, Remember, contemplating what to do.
I didn't know what to do and I knew that time was running slow so in one go I drank the potion, without any care in the world.
I knew that it might have some kind of side effects but it's my responsibility to bear and so I did.
I waited for something to happen but nothing happened which was rather... strange.
I sat down on my bed and waited for memories to cloud my head or for something.... anything to happen but nothing happened and slowly I felt drowsy. I tried to stay awake but I couldn't until I finally welcomed the darkness.
All the memories of my past lives kept replaying in my head and all I could do was watch. I felt the pain they felt and consumed my body and soul. I could feel what they felt, the pain they passed through like it was mine, I felt different and older. Not physically but mentally.
It was like all there memories where mine and it amazed me in so many ways.
When I woke up everything in me wanted to go home and check on Charlotte but I knew if I did that I wouldn't be able to come back so I decided to call her.
I picked up my phone and I saw various voice mails and texts from her. I dialed her number and after the third ring she finally picked up.
No words where mentioned between us and the only sign that made me aware of her presence is her breathing.
I wanted to say something but I didn't know what to say and from the look of it neither did she.
James is that you? Her voice sounded troubled and it shook with anxiety.
Charlotte, how are you? I asked with concern but before I knew what was going on she started crying, she cried for over ten minutes and all I could do was listen to her whaling and sobbing.
Charlotte what's wrong? I asked her but she said nothing.
Charlotte?
James am scared, I don't know what's happening to me. I thought you where gone and you barely left a note for me. Where are you? I wanted to tell her but I couldn't.
I was tongue tied and I knew that they didn't want me to tell her,
But why? I thought to myself.
Charlotte listen to me. I will be back in a week or two, take care of yourself. When am back the first thing I would do is come see you.
I Promise, I tried to reassure her but she didn't take it well.
NOOOO, Lazarus tell me where you are. She yells and it shook me to the core.
How does she know my name? and why is she so persistent in knowing my whereabouts.
I ended the call worried.
Why does she sound different?? questions kept ringing in my ear and one thing I knew for sure was that something was terribly wrong.
I think, no i feel there's more to this curse but why didn't they write of down or tell me. I was confused but even though I wanted to go home I couldn't.
I went back into the secret room and I realized the person before me didn't write anything and his memory wasn't given to me.
What happened to him? I asked myself but I didn't have the answer to it.
I looked at everything in that room and I saw a book hidden at the far end of the room. Something was written on the cover and I looked at it closely.
Lazarus Harris Smith.
If I remembered well enough he was the one who started all these but his memories where not shown to me. He was the one who brought this curse upon us. But why is his journal here and the paper looked new. It looks exactly like the ones we have now.
I open the journal and I knew that what was written in this book is the key to everything.
Tuesday 1934, London October.
My names is Lazarus Harris Smith. I know the truth about everything and I know how to stop Cecelia. For a very long time I blamed myself but now I know it was inevitable. If I hadn't done it, it would have been you or the others.
I don't know why she made me come to life again with the same name but everything I know is written In the book of the forbidden. I entrusted it to Accalia my good friend. I didn't want her to find it, I couldn't take my chances.
My life is worst than the rest and I do not wish to share. What I did to Cecilia hunts me to this very day. I was the first Lazarus who started it all.
It was all a misunderstanding and I hope you read this and try to stop her but promise me one thing.
Do not kill her, she doesn't deserve it.
I bought this building and handed it to a boy I save when Veronica passed away he is like my son. I entrusted him with the key to this room. His name is Houston Miguel. Send my regards.
I do not wish to show you my past. If I did you will lost the last piece of sanity you have left but if you fail to save her you will feel what I felt and slowly you will run mad like I have.
Go to Egypt where it began.
Harris.
Something was different about him. Its like he had a life different from ours and he was a different person but it didn't make sense. His memories where not shared to any one and his life would forever be a mystery to us.
I read the letter over and over again. It all made sense now. Everything was known to me now only the memories of Harris was unknown. At least I knew I had to go to Egypt as soon as possible.
I took all my necessary belongings, locked the door before going downstairs. I saw the door of the manager who I think is Houston. I knocked at his door.
Come in. I heard him say and I went inside. The moment he saw me he looked into my eyes.
Lazarus, you're leaving, he said smiling.
Thank you Miguel, I really appreciate what you did for me.
No Smith. He immediately rejected my thanks. I should be one thanking you, if only you could remember what you did for me. You saved me and everyday of my life I always feel greatful to you.
I didn't know what to say because the man who saved him was still unknown to me. I might have his face and soul but I will never have is mind and heart. So I just smiled at him handing him the key which he accepted wholeheartedly.
Miguel, I entrust this to you just Harris entrusted it to you. I said to him.
Thank you Smith, i will guard it with my life.
When will you be back, he looked at me expectantly.
Maybe in a week or two weeks time, we never know what awaits us and i must compliment your decorates you did a good job here. Everything looks different from before but you still mange to keep it homey and warm.
And thank you for not redecorating my room, it looks exactly as I left it.
He smiled at me, no worries Smith. I left it just as u instructed.
We bided farewell to each other and I walked out of Mayfair. This time the receptionist greeted me with respect but I didn't bother sparing him a glance.
My flight to Egypt was by 1:30pm and it was already 1:00pm. I arrived in the airport before my flight, thankfully.
There was kind of nagging feeling in me telling me that this was the beginning of my trails. I felt uneasy about this whole journey but I had to go and I needed to go.