Judas's Requiem

A part of her knew that this had to be a lie, seeing she talked to another girl who said she knew her and said that it was a scar from a ritual. She knew that if this was so one of the two were lying. She now rather not ask this boy questions because she didn't want to end up confused or act like a fool. She'd rather be clueless.

"Oh... So um, what are my powers?" She knew that she used to have wings that could hide, and she controled wind. But she figured the boy wouldn't know about the change if he wasn't for real. She wondered why the boy wanted to make her believe falsehoods. A part of her wanted to force the truth out of him, but she decided that since she still had some physical problems like the wound and hadn't finished getting used to it's pains. She'd be best to keep to being nice than picking fights.

So he didn't remember the wings, she wondered what this meant. It seemed he was partially trustworthy but not completely trustworthy. She decided to give a try asking a new question. "So where was the Corellaz farm? and when did I come here?" She asked wondering if she could trust some of his answers since part of them were wrong.

She sighed, "Then I'll never be able to place all the pieces together, I know nothing of my past than tiny bits and pieces. None of which tell my past and none of which show me how to remember." She lied on the last part, she knew how to remember. She was going to fight the witch if she had to, she would find her past if it meant possible death. Besides the wound wasn't going to heal if she didn't fight, she felt another sharp pain in her shoulder. She covered her pain well but her smile had a small tug at the corner, she hated how anytime she ever thought of the witch it was like she was watching.

She looked at Judas, "So brother how come I haven't seen you earlier then? Have you been doing well?"

The truth was she only remembered fighting the witch, she didn't know anything else. "I only know that someone stole or jumbled my memories. I can't get them back until I fight them, but I can't fight them because I'm yet too weak to do so without dying." She said telling the truth to him, "So truly there's nothing you can do to help, I will have to figure out my own ways of becoming more powerful so I can defeat them and hopefully do so without dying." She said with a sigh, "But that's my own troubles, how are you doing yourself?"

"Still wind, nothing else I'm learning new techniques to try and increase the dangerousness of it. But it's still quite hard." She didn't tell him about the unhealable wound, she didn't want him to know all her weak points. She didn't even know if he was trustworthy let alone a goodman. She wondered why she constantly ended up in situations she wished she could run from.