Chapter 3 Missing Memory

“I don’t want you to," Craven replied, his eyes capable of making her believe anything; they kept her enthralled.

“That doesn’t make sense!” she screamed, the sound echoing back.

“Memories will return, I am sure," he said before standing to leave.

She heard his shoes echoing as he walked out. It annoyed her that he left her like this. Why would he do that? She wasn’t anything special—just a bookstore owner who loved to read.

“I don’t want you to.” Craven could make her believe anything; his eyes could keep her enthralled.

“That doesn’t make sense!” It was a scream that echoed back to her.

“Memories will return, I am sure.” With that, he stood to leave.

She could hear his shoes echoing as he walked out of the room. It pissed her off that he left her on the bed like this. Why would he do this to her? She wasn’t anything special. Just a bookstore owner who loved to read.

Okay, she had to get herself together and figure a way out of this. He couldn’t keep her here, right? Well, he could, because she could recall trying to get up and thinking she was tied to the bed, but no ropes or anything were there. That thought alone brought the fight or flight in her. This man had taken her, and they had vanished, but that wasn’t possible, was it? It was starting to give her a headache, and she didn’t have anything to take away the pain. A sharp pain trailed down her back from the base of her neck. A knock on the door startled her, making her jump and twist her neck. It popped, and she sighed in relief. She almost fell off the bed.

The door creaked open, and her eyes went to the door. Standing in the doorway was a young woman with long black hair. The dress she wore was far from normal wear. It dragged on the floor and looked like it was made of wool or some other heavy material. It was drab in the coloring, but it fit her well. The dress had a corset-type top that pushed her breasts in and up. It didn’t look comfortable at all, and she seemed to hate the thing. How the hell would she know the woman hated the dress? It was a feeling that swam in her mind and down to her heart, making her rub at her chest. Also, why the hell did the woman look just like her? It was strange enough to be taken and left in a room naked, but to see someone who could be your twin? That was off the charts strange.

“My lady,” the woman gave a short bow, “good evening to you.”

Majesta looked at her, confused. The woman seemed to think that was funny. It was hard enough to think that this woman was laughing at her, even worse was the fact that she felt like she had really missed something.

“Where am I?” The question slipped right out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“The Isle of Mist,” the young woman spoke at her, not to her.

“What?” Majesta’s eyes got as big as saucers, and the woman laughed. Anger flared to life in Majesta, and she jumped out of the bed. The moment she did, it, she knew it was a bad idea, for she didn’t have the strength to hold her body up. She wobbled and fell to the floor; Majesta looked up at the woman and glared.

“Miss, are you all right?” She came rushing toward her, but Majesta waved her off. The woman didn’t seem all that worried, more pissed if you asked her. Tears still burned at the back of her eyes, and she wanted to scream that she was not alright, but she didn’t want to make more of an ass of herself. So she sat on the cold stone floor, wondering if she could really catch her death this way.

“I’m fine, but I can’t be on the Isle of Mist,” Majesta said with a pout on her face.

“Ye are on the Isle, Miss,” the woman said.

“My name is Majesta. Please call me that.” She started to get up and found herself right back on her bottom. The fact that she was nude bothered her, but she couldn’t fix that now. Majesta needed to stand up first. So she slowly tried to stand, but she landed yet again on her rump. She would have a bruise there if she didn’t stop.

“Let me help ye.” The woman moved toward her, and Majesta jerked away from her. A smile appeared on her face, and she moved away, this time faster than she would have thought possible. It was weird to see someone move so fast. After a few moments, she found herself back on the bed.

“Do you have a name?” Majesta asked. When she looked at the woman, it made Majesta think she knew her.

“Yes, it is Amèliä.” Amèliä moved away from the bed, then went to stoke the fire. It was almost out, but she didn’t seem to mind the cold like Majesta did. Gooseflesh was crawling up her body. She wondered where her clothes had ended up and how the hell she had ended up here. She looked around the room for her clothes.

“You say I am on the Isle of Mist. Where is that per se?” Majesta pulled a blanket up to cover her nude body. It didn’t make much sense why she was shy, it never really bothered her before.

“You are in Ireland…well, not really; it is a small isle that most can’t find,” Amèliä said.

Now, Majesta was really confused. How could she be halfway across the world when she didn’t recall getting on a plane, let alone it taking less than a night to get there? She was also confused about what time of day it was, seeing as there were no windows in this place. Majesta looked around the room and still came up dry on a clock to tell her the time of day. Her body was stiff, and she had a feeling she had been lying there for more than a few hours.

“What time is it? Hell, what day is it?” Majesta asked. The fire was starting to warm the room.

“It is around midday, and it is the 2nd of November,” Amèliä told her.

Holy shit, she had been gone for two days, and she wondered if anyone was looking for her. With her free hand, she pushed her long black hair out of her face and wished she had a brush. The tears she had been pushing back started to roll down her face, burning her skin as they went. The urge to scream, fight, but she didn’t really know who to fight. Amèliä stopped what she was doing to look at Majesta. She didn’t seem to understand why Majesta was crying; it wasn’t really that hard to figure out. Majesta put her face into her hands and let the tears roll down.