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Sera paced nervously along the halls of the library, stress lines beneath her eyes and her hair tied back in a messy ponytail. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, which wasn’t exactly a lie, but if you asked her how she was she’d say she was fine.
Scattered across the desk at the front of the library were countless books and cryptic tomes written in archaic languages that were long-dead and impossible to understand. She’d been researching for god knows how long for an answer to what had happened to Alfred. He had suddenly revived, as if he’d stepped through time to the person he was before he’d died. Alfred didn’t remember the years he’d spent with Serabella, the years and hardships they experienced together. He didn’t even recognize Sera.
She could still hear the conversation ringing in her head; as if it were still happening, though it only happened about a week ago.
“Bella? I see you’ve enchanted yourself again. But the eyes are new, they look just like mine instead of your mothers this time!”
He’d thought Sera was his daughter. Alfred thought she was Belladonna…Sera didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth. So instead she buried herself in work, researching book after book for an answer to what happened to Alfred’s memories. Perhaps it truly was a time spell and this was the Alfred she watched perish so many years ago…
Defeated, Sera let herself fall to the floor, landing on her hands and knees as she tried to keep herself from crying. This was so hard…this was harder than anything she’d experienced in a long time, true she’d lived through wars and lost her entire family in a single night, but she always had Alfred there with her. Even when Jenny disappeared, even when he died and transformed into a Boo, even when everything crumbled around her, she’d always had Alfred there. And now…she was at a loss. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Sera truly felt alone.
