"I thought since you are the Priestess you will know everything before I say it." Nyxoria said, arching a brow. "Don't you already know?"
Daisy chuckled, shaking her head. "It doesn't work that way," she explained. "If I knew everything before it was spoken, then I wouldn't be living here—I'd be standing at the right hand of the Creator."
Nyxoria nodded in understanding. "Alright, I'll get to the point. I was told that I killed my parents. Actually, no—I woke up and saw my father's sword covered in their blood and the sword was in my hands." Her voice faltered slightly, but she pushed through. "I don't remember anything before that. I don't remember what led to it, what happened that night, I have no memory of being with my parents from my baby age to when I was 8— the night it happened. I just need to remember everything. Can you help me?" She met Daisy's gaze, her eyes burning with determination.
