The past is a blur she couldn't bring into focus, pieces missing and altogether not fitting properly in their places. Huge chunks of her life were simply gone: if one could not remember them, had they happened at all? Surely each event, recalled or not, was what led to the creation of who she was in that moment; but what was the significance if she couldn't pull the memories to the surface, to reflect upon them, to build from them?

And yet... What would she have done with them? The reminders of the demons in a land she spent but breaths, scared away from all they had carried in their palms, the threats they held in their breasts. Would it make her even more terrified of being in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by those she was supposed to know, already weary of all things horned?

Would she run even farther than she had before?

If given the choice, would she even decide to remember?

What good would the events of a past filled with nothing but fear and terror do for her then, a time when she was free to become someone new, to erase whatever wrongdoings she had committed? Was it even worth going on that seemingly labyrinthine adventure to regain what she had lost? She couldn't say why she wanted to get them back so badly, but it was enough to hide the answers to the questions continuing to bubble up, attempting to sway her into ceasing. She just didn't have any idea what she was getting herself into.
It was possible, when all was finished, that she could very well regret what she had done to get that far.

Perhaps that would be the very thing to draw her toward a creature she would never had sought to cross paths with.
To grow close to, to have a connection with.

She had lost her way from the Edge and all Elsa had given to her. She didn't know which direction she was headed, wasn't sure what she would even find. The name of the Throat hung in her mind but, as she would find, would not come to fruition. Instead she would find herself in a place she never knew existed, with or without her memories to hold.
She gently pushed through the draping vines and grasping branches to stretch her head toward the filtering light off water, desperate for a rest someplace there would be no one else. It would not be in her luck, however, as it was too late to turn herself around in the brush without be noticed; she spotted the glowing form of another ahead, after not taking care to be quiet. She was heard. She would be seen.

Serenity couldn't know that she had come across that galaxy-toned girl before, a time when she was not afraid of horns or what their wearers wanted. She wouldn't remember helping her, in the land of demons, and she couldn't wonder if she would be recognized... or just a ghost in the girl's past.

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