Don’t think too much about your past

“When I first told you it was in the desolate lands I regained consciousness…I omitted the part about having a blank memory. I was the same way I am now, no sense of who I am, just a black void which my first master exploited.” He paused at this point, his eyes were staring far away like he could relive those moments.

Cyra’s hands wrapped around him tightly, giving him the security he subconsciously needed.

Zane’s voice faltered. “What do you think a power-hungry woman does with an undead weapon at her disposal?”

His gaze dropped to the floor, his voice shaking. “I was…a blank canvas, waiting for anyone to paint their colours over me – good or bad.” A tear slid down his cheek.

Cyra felt a tearing pain in her heart, seeing Zane’s anguish; if that woman was in front of her, she would unleash unending excruciating pain to her very soul.