Bab 244: Woman Scorned I

Fragmented pieces of Daphne's memory began to flicker like long-lost stars in the night sky. At first, it was like trying to grasp smoke; elusive, fleeting, and just beyond reach. Then, in the depths of her mind, the memories grew bolder, taking on form and substance.

A distant laughter, a sun-drenched meadow, and the echo of whispered promises danced before her mind's eye.

The floodgates of recollection opened wider and moments of her past surged forth like rushing water. However, it was not enough for Daphne to piece together a proper image. She recalled seeing a youth in her memories — someone that looked oddly like Nereus — but before she could properly examine his face, her head felt like it was blasted right through with a bomb.

"Ugh…" Daphne grunted, cradling her head in her hands as she sank to her knees. "My head…"