I could smell baked bread, sweet fruits and maybe some mint as though I was standing in a kitchen full of fresh food and herbs. I was still pressing my arm against my face to hide my eyes from the light. I pulled it away slightly, then fully realizing the light was gone. Not only was the light gone, so was the forest. I was standing beside Aadi in a cabin kitchen. A man wearing a large fur cloak, golden armor, and armed with a spear. The spear its self was a sight to have seen. It was beautiful and had many old runes carved down the handle, and the blade its self was long, and the fire reflected off the well sharped edges. The man had long black and silver hair, a scar reached down his face, eye brow to his chin, and his blue eyes. Looking into them told me he was very old, and was probably not someone I wanted to cross. The power I felt from his stare as he looked at me was heavy. I wanted to kneel and beg for his mercy. Something told me that this wasn't the first time I had met this man as well. He was familiar to me.

As he stood I noticed a rune that was etched into the discs that held his cloak to his shoulders. Duw, the rune of the god Ota. Aadi, who I had forgotten about, moved closer to the man. "Are you, Ota? I seen you in the forest in Dechrau." Aadi said calmly. His voice exactly as it was in my dream. "Yes, I am Ota. And you are Bjorn, and this is your twin sister, Bodil." He said waving his hand in front of him. "Bjorn?" I asked looking at Aadi. He was already looking at my confused as well. "I am Bjorn. I have had dreams of you, I thought you were a memories of my mother." He admitted. "Twin souls separated at birth to try and avoid to the end of everything." Ota shook his hands around in front of him, "A prophecy that was poorly received, by a terrible seer. Your souls are trying to reconnect. You are more then mere mortals. At least, you used to be." He sighed and sat back in his chair. Waving his hand a woman entered the room. She was beautiful with long chestnut hair, and soft features, and her dress made of the whitest thread I had ever seen. She stopped as she seen me, almost in fear, then continued to place the wine and cups on the table. She turned and left quickly after bowing to Ota.

"I have been waiting for you two to find each other, as I had forbade my self to intervein with your fates. You have lived many lives, all of them mortal after being stripped of your powers, Amaia." He looked at me almost like a father does when scolding his children. "I am Amaia?" I asked him. "You were Amaia. Today to are Bodil. Bodil Gunnar's daughter, And Bjorn Gunnarson. Not Aadi." He nodded. I copied him nodding but still confused. He motioned for us to sit in the two empty benches across the table from him. Doing so he reached out his hands. "One memory." He repeated.

I took his hand and thought of my parents, the memory Sullevan showed me. Would this be the same?

When someone tells you that they will share a memory with you, you would assume that it would be a single moment in time. The memory I received from Ota was more like a reminder of a past life. My mind was filled with a story. A story of me, or at least who I once was.

A goddess. The goddess Amaia to be precise. A story that consisted of love, power, greed and betrayal. A story that made me feel slightly ashamed. I murdered my brother to steal his power from him, I tried to kill Ota. I was exiled and banished to live alone, and the moment I was free, which I gained through lies and deceit, I was killed. I wasn't always a chaotic god though. Aadi and I were born in the realm Nef, the realm of the gods. We were not born as children, we were born as the gods we were. Ota, who was among the first gods to come into the realms, our father who created us with his partner, Terra. Terra left the realm of Nef along with another god and their many followers, to the realm we lived in now, and became the god of the Dryadalis. I remembered my life as Amaia, but not everything.

Ota allowed Aadi and I to be reborn, our souls given a new chance. We have lived many other lives before this life, except this life was different. This life Aadi and Amaia's power was needed once again. The power of our twin souls. The power only we share. A power that once saved the realm of Nef in another life time, Interitus.

Blinking my eyes as I was brought back to the current moment, I looked over at Aadi standing beside me. Bjorn. He turned his head slightly towards me. "Amaia." He remembered me, and maybe that was something to be happy about, but the shame I felt knowing what kind of god I was, well... I wasn't sure that is something I was going to be able to ever to accept. My family was stolen from me in this life. The loss I feel everyday from them being torn out of my life by the greed of men, I couldn't accept that I was ever so... Evil and uncaring.

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"I am sorry that you had to learn of these things in such rush." Ota said to us. "What is needed from us, Ota?" Bjorn asked. "Why do you need us?" "The awaken and Dryadalis need you. I am no long able to control the evil in the world alone. After you bother were granted life among the mortals, it became appealing to the other gods as well. The ones that were left after your betrayal, Amaia, They seen that you were able to become wiser, stronger. You changed yourself into someone no one thought you could become. They watched you through your lives filled with love, excitement...Children"

Again shame stung my insides like a swords blade, I could feel my face turn red. Bjorn reached for my hand and squeezed it. I looked over at him, his green eyes and long black hair, the same as my own. I couldn't deny that standing next to Aadi now, my brother, the memories I lost but now remember. It felt strange to know everything.

"What do you mean the awakened need us? The awakened have not walked these lands for over a century." Bjorn said. Ota nodded, "They resettled on the island of Nef after the ice receded. It ended many wars and saved even more lives. The non awakened out weighed the awakened by many, and it seemed the right choice." He sipped from the cup in front of him. "Evil has crawled its way back up from the depths, and has reached these lands. You were born to awakened parents, the ability to use the magics is there. Your powers were suppressed when you were born." He sighed and looked between the two of us. "I suppressed your powers. I was afraid that if you grew with magics..." He stopped speaking as if he was ashamed of himself as well. "You were afraid that I might have made the wrong choice...again." I finished for him. I nodded and reached my hand out to Ota. He took my hand and nodded. "Yes. That is what I thought." He stood up and waved his arm in front of him.

Now standing in a wheat field surrounded by trees, a large cabin neighboured by a stable and yard with roaming cows and goats. "Nef." Ota said waving to our surroundings. "Here you will find what fate has in store for you. Your powers have been restored. Not as gods." He said to us, emphasising the last part. "Help the awakened and the Dryadalis defeat evils that have not been here for a gods lifetime. You have much to learn before then. I have brought you your companions, everyone needs help."

"You don't mean Erik?" I asked him trying not to sound annoyed. "Sullevan. Although, I can arrange for Erik to join you, Bodil." He said with a grin. "As it is now, Erik is in Theramill trying to understand what happened after the attack on your group. "No, no I don't want that." I admitted. "What of Gallion? Is he here?" Bjorn asked. "Gallion is here, along with Pepper. They both will play and important part in your life here, Bjorn. You both must prepare yourselves now. The rest you will have to learn on your own." He took a moment to study our face and then he faded like sand in the wind.

"Shall we?" Bjorn asked as he motioned towards the cabin. I started to walk to the cabin silently, even with the knowledge I was left with, who I was, who I am, It was still strange to be standing beside my bother. My twin soul.

Curiously I studied my palm as we walked, thinking of the memory that Sullevan showed me before, Gunnar and Ama shooting elements from their hand. I pointed my palm outwards and thought of wind. Nothing happened. Bjorn started to laugh. "What are you doing?" He asked me laughing. "Its a long story. I just thought I would be able to do something I was shown." I told him. "Sullevan, a Dryadalis, shared a memory with me once of our parents." "What were they like?" He asked me. "Incredible really. They were warriors, and could shoot elements from their hands." I pulled out my axe and swung it like I was fighting an invisible foe. Bjorn laughed again. I replaced the axe onto my hip and smiled. "Bjorn? What was your life like? Where did you live?" I asked him. "Started out pretty rough, Gallion, my father I suppose, took me in when I will still a boy. Been with him ever since. He's taught me a lot. Metal working and other life skills." He stopped walking and looked at me. "Our Mother, Ama, she died when I was still a baby." He looked sad. "I thought it was her I would dream of, warning me about something." "I would dream too, about you in danger. I didn't know who you were however. I didn't understand why I would have dreams." I told him. "Gunnar was murdered along with my half brother and mother. I was taken as a slave, that is where I have been. I wont lie, I am not even sure where it was. Not far from Theramill. Days.""Gallion and I were going to Theramill. Until we met a Dryadalis called Pepper." "There seems to be a lot in common to our stories." I said.

We continued to walk, still flipping my hands out forward randomly trying to send one of the elements from them. Nothing. Bjorn laughed, "I would try but I will probably just fail as you are now." "Thanks." I said flatly.