The days that followed were filled with questions. Amelia found herself standing in front of the stone every day, studying its intricate markings, hoping that something would click—hoping the missing pieces of her life would fall into place. But each time she touched the stone, the answers felt just out of reach, like a dream slipping through her fingers the moment she tried to grasp it.
Liam, too, seemed increasingly distant. She could feel the tension between them, his desperate hope that Amelia would remember him, and her growing confusion. She wanted to remember him, wanted to recall their life together, but each time she tried, it felt like staring at a blank canvas. The more she tried to fill in the gaps, the emptier she felt.
One evening, as Amelia sat alone by the stone, the Watcher returned, his silhouette emerging from the shadows once again. This time, he didn't speak immediately. He simply stood there, watching her, waiting.
Finally, Amelia broke the silence. "I don't understand," she said, her voice tinged with frustration. "What am I supposed to do? You told me that this stone could help me reclaim what I've lost, but it doesn't make sense. I can't even remember who I was."
The Watcher's gaze softened. "You are not the same as you were, Amelia. You may never be the person you once were, and that is the price you must pay for breaking the curse."
Amelia clenched her fists, feeling a surge of anger. "That's not fair. I gave everything. I lost everything for this village, for a curse that isn't even mine to bear."
The Watcher stepped forward, his voice gentle but firm. "You were chosen, Amelia. Your bloodline was marked long before you were born. You may not remember it now, but the curse was always part of you."
A cold chill gripped her heart. "So, this was my fate? This was what I was always meant to do?"
The Watcher nodded. "The village has always depended on the curse, whether they knew it or not. But now that it has been broken, the balance has shifted. And you, Amelia, are at the heart of it."
Her mind reeled as she tried to process his words. The curse had been part of her bloodline, tied to her family for generations. It wasn't just a village problem—it was her problem. She was the key to it all.
"But what happens now?" Amelia whispered. "What do I do?"
The Watcher's face darkened. "You must decide. You can reclaim your memories, but doing so may unleash something darker than you can imagine. The curse was never meant to be lifted. What lies ahead is uncertain."
Amelia felt her chest tighten as she realized the magnitude of the choice before her. The weight of the stone in her hands felt like an anchor, tethering her to a past she no longer understood. And the path ahead? It was clouded, uncertain, and filled with danger.
But there was no turning back. Not now.