Dalen was about to approach Rama, but imdiately she reached the end of the stairs and stepped into the room, a horde of white witches encircled her.
Their eyes glead with interest and curiosity as they queried her and tried to engage her in discussions. They were all familiar with who she was, the warrior queen of the fallen Empire who had later on wedded her enemy, but according to the Silver Witch’s warnings, none of them were permitted to speak a word of her past.
Rama was startled by the unexpected attention from the small crowd of white witches as they suddenly enveloped her the very second she stepped into the hall.
"Your Highness, you look ravishing tonight." A female white witch complinted her, but Rama couldn’t understand why they still addressed her as royalty when she was no longer queen.
An idea suddenly lit up in her head as she silently screened through the small mob. Perhaps, she could engage in conversations and let it flow naturally to her past, hopefully, she could suck out so truth from them.
"Good evening, Your Highness, I hope you’re enjoying the event?" Another female white witch chipped in, obviously trying to be noticeable among the crowd.
As Rama observed, she noticed that only the female white witches lingered longer, probably for so gossip.
"Yes of course, it’s a wonderful evening." Rama replied, while her eager eyes drank in their almost similar faces with very similar features of white hair and grey eyes.
"Why don’t we have a seat and talk? we would love to be acquainted with you, after all we’ve all heard very interesting things about you." Another female white witch spoke, grinning from ear to ear with grey eyes mirroring her keenness, unable to hide her thrill.
"Of course, lets have a seat then." Rama ushered with the sa enthusiasm they portrayed, after all she could obtain so information from the gossip hungry won.
Led to a round table occupying five seats, a higher ranking witch ushered the others to leave while picking out the five that could stay. She watched as the others walked out with sullen looks on their faces while they sat, but there was nothing she could do about it, after all there were only five seats.
They all sat with eyes dilating in suspense as they drank in her features like fine wine gliding through their throat.
"Your presence is indeed as srizing as we have heard, it’s an honor rely being in your presence, your Highness." One of the high ranking witches spoke, and her soft voice rang in a sweet drawl.
"Thank you for your acknowledgnt." Rama said with a nervous chuckle, it was all insanely foreign to her, the reverence, admiration and curiosity they demonstrated toward her. It made her ponder deeply on who she had been and the impact her existence had on the world.
For a split mont, she could now understand a bit of her importance and significance to Aurora, but what she failed to comprehend was how crucial her life was and to whom she held a valuable significance to.
"Oh! Forgive our lack of manners for failing to introduce ourselves, I am rissa, this is Adeline, Lana and Jori." rissa introduced as she pointed at each of them.
"It’s nice to et you all, I’m sure you know more than I do." Rama quipped with a sarcastic chuckle and they all joined in short laughter.
"Is it really true?" Adeline asked with wide eyes, she seed to be the prettiest of them all, with larger eyes than the rest, small round face and a flush of pink on her lips and cheeks, perhaps it was the fact she had more colour where as, the rest were too pale looking with no hint of colour on their lips or cheeks.
"What is?" Rama asked, just to be sure even though she knew what they were asking of. She wondered what kind of wild rumours had encapsulated about her, to the extent they were gossip hungry, trying to squeeze sothing that would be rumour worthy out of her.
Adeline pursed her lips, exchanging glances between them before finally returning her gaze on her "That you lost your mories, is it really true?" She queried, her voice lower than a smattering whisper, afraid others would hear her as she talked about sothing the Silver Witch had warned them against.
"Yes, I don’t rember anything, that is why I’m most flustered at your complints and regards for ." Rama revealed nonchalantly while their eyes held no looks of surprise.
"So your entire life has been erased from your head? You don’t rember a single thing about your past?" Jori, with shoulder length hair and timid features asked, sadness engulfing her eyes.
"It’s adaptable, the queen has been good to and so has lord Dalen, moreover she is trying to help retrieve them, we’re still hopeful." Rama said, consoling herself with her own words as she feigned a smile.
Their brows furrowed as she spoke, while they exchanged side glances at each other as if she had just spoken gibberish.
"Uhm, your Highness, I’m afraid that is impossible." rissa with stern features said, but as she spoke, her face softened with pity.
Rama, her brows furrowing darkly as she asked "What is impossible?"
They all averted their gaze to Lana as if silently passing on the ssage that it was her ti to speak up.
Lana fluttered her lashes nervously before speaking "The Silver Witch Queen is incapable of retrieving erased mories, she’s not powerful enough to reverse the change, although she may try but that’s as far as she may go, its impossible for anyone to do it. It’s either your mory is never retrieved or by chance, it is, but it rarely happens, barely. If you’re lucky a significant action might trigger your mory drive but if not, you’ll just have to start all over again and create a new life here." Lana, the sharp witted one pointed out in one breath and after speaking, she breathed out.
Rama simply sat frozen as she dumped the information on her. The fleeting hope in her eyes were quick to snuff out.
She couldn’t understand why Aurora would lie to her, but then at the sa ti, she refrained from jumping into conclusions as she hung on the possibility that she might have found a promising way which they were unaware of.
Inwardly sighing in relief, she reassured herself with that thought, she wouldn’t lose hope now, she couldn’t. She needed to hang onto sothing, anything so she wouldn’t feel like she was losing her mind over pushing her brain to rember.
"We don’t know that, she might have found a way, she told herself that she would comnce with a ritual, but of course she wasn’t entirely certain if it would work, but she was hopeful and I was hopeful, it just needs ti, perhaps with ti I would be able to piece the puzzles together." Rama blabbed in a slightly panicked manner.
They gave her the side eyes, the one that you would normally give to a person who talked crazy and she wasn’t surprised, she was ranting like crazy, but they didn’t seem to judge, after all the trauma of losing the mory of your entire life was chaotic.
"We understand how you feel, it’s not easy living with the fact that you lost the mories of your entire life, what could be worse? Feeling this void within you that cannot be filled, it’s unsettling and heartbreaking, it’s impossible to find your peace when it feels like a part of you is missing and you can’t find it, but you can only feel it. It’s like a hollow space yearning to be filled with sothing or by soone, but you’re lost in oblivion so you have no idea what you’re replenishing." Jori suddenly remarked, her grey orbs shimring with overwhelming sadness.
It was evident she was the softie amongst them, but every word that rolled off her tongue was the only way she could put in words to describe the inexplicable sensations that was gnawing through her.
Rama gulped as her heartfelt words pricked a sensitive part of her, she felt a shiver run down her spine, because not only had she described how she felt, she described her plight.
"How did you know that?" Rama breathed out, lost in her words.
"Your eyes are the windows to your soul, they speak a lot more than you know and yours were very clear, it’s easy to comprehend what you’re feeling." Jori said with a sad, pitiful smile grazing her plum lips.
anwhile, the others just watched the exchange with curiosity as they sat in silence.
Rama’s countenance was awash with a helpless look in her eyes as she spoke "You’re right, being trapped in oblivion is frightening, not being able to differentiate between your foe and friends, not having the faintest knowledge of who I once was, as the honourable queen you all describe as, is difficult. I only long to rember who I am and maybe you all can help , to trigger my mory."
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