Remembering, My Mother...?

"Stop what you're doing to Yimin's Master!"

The Ice Sovereign shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't," he said. "That boy must remember. I'm merely jogging his memories a little."

Looking past the fierce dragonoid girl being held down by her Master, the Ice Sovereign refocused on Cassius. "Now, tell me, kid, for the past two years, are you sure that the person whom you refer to as your father is actually who you think he is? And what about before that point; can you tell me with absolute certainty that your father was actually your father?"

Cassius's blaring headache intensified, as it felt like his head was being split open. He tried with all his might to remember, yet the more he thought about it, the fuzzier and more distorted the memories became. His father no longer looked like his father, and there were now three versions of who he believed to be the same person.