Ivan
My eyes opened, and I sat up without feeling anything.
It's unusual because any other time I've been forced into memory, the aftermath is uncomfortable and leaves me with chest pains. This time should've been much worse, considering the last thing I remembered was being stabbed to death. It didn't matter that I hadn't died. The pain was still there. Yet, I felt nothing, which was more unsettling than if I had. Now, I was left with the question of how and why.
The answers turned out to be simpler than I expected, Campé.
Should I have been surprised? Probably not. She was a daughter of Tartarus, a primordial god. The rules differed for them, and I didn't need to understand more. Knowing how their magic affected me wasn't like my mortal experiences. That didn't make me trust her, but I read in her eyes that she wanted me to stay quiet for the moment. I didn't want to, but I obeyed.
