Chapter: memory

I feel my face freeze and step back from Eleonora. Slowly, very slowly, I turn away from her and take almost cautious steps towards one of the many mirrors that are hung on the corridor wall - actually idiotic, shoots through my head as I slowly approach - unless I can finally get away in this house no one reflects anyway.
As the distance to the innocent, reflective glass decreases, a knot the size of a fist forms in my throat, which won't go away even with the most energetic swallowing. I consciously breathe calmly and keep my eyes on the carpet in front of me until I finally reach the wall.
With the greatest effort and fear, I lift my head and look at my reflection.
The picture that presents itself to me is well known to me - black, disheveled hair, dirt and traces of blood as well as countless scratches on the face and a few soot stains - and yet it is the face of a stranger.Stunned green eyes, as green as moss in the darkest parts of the forest, stare at me and suddenly all my memories that I had forgotten for so long come back.
I gasp in horror and put my hands over my face - by God there was a reason I forgot these things.

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Orion is back !!

I just couldn't let him sit idle any longer ... And here he is again.

This story follows on from * Mischling *, i.e. directly after the epilogue.