Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

312. Unknown

It's been about a month since the man with twisted wings, my new master as he calls himself, tasked me with destroying the world. When I refused because I bow to no one, he initiated an old ritual meant to trap celestial beings. I tried to fight him, but my powers were stolen from me long ago. I was no match for him. He tried to erase my memory before binding my soul to his, forcing me to do his will. In the first days after the ritual, I thought he failed to make me forget who I was, and returned to my daily life. Slowly, memories started to fade away until I even forgot my name.

It took me time to accommodate to life where I wasn't a powerful being, where I was human. My first year as human was hard as I had to learn that not everything revolved around me. While I hid in plain sight, I had to get a job and find a place to live and I started planning my revenge. I can live without a name, but the idea of forgetting my enemy is unacceptable.

Unless I find a way to free myself from him, I will soon forget everything, and he will make me his puppet. We might have the same goal, but I don't want to destroy the world out of spite but out of love. Everything I do is for the one I dedicated my entire existence.

While searching for a way to undo the ritual, I was contacted by a secret cult. I have yet to discover how they knew my email. They call themselves the Bringers of Doom. The name didn't rang a bell but I decided to find out more about them. Only those born within the cult know of its existence or so they say. If there's something I've learned during my long existence, it's that nothing is truly hidden-except my existence. My love rarely let anyone know of me. I was a well guarded secret. For millennia, I wondered if I was even worthy of love.

After days of emailing back and forth, I decided to meet with the cult leader. I had to travel all the way to Dvigrad, Croatia. It's an eerie place believed to have bad luck. The Bringers of Doom made their home there.

leader, Matej, tells me as he leads me to a

a long time in

your questions will be answered soon. But first, someone here wants to talk

and I stop in front of a very tall man. He emanates the same kind of power I once had. The moment he sees me, he bows before me, his

I feel

at me.

memories are

him. "My liege, before the meeting starts, I'm afraid I must tell you something

I remember him. My right