---- The needle pierced my skin, sharp and unforgiving, as the liquid burned its way through my veins.

And in barely a second, everything shifted.

All the happy memories, the dreams of my wolf got pushed back to a pit if darkness as my body seized, every nerve alight with agony so raw it felt like I was being torn apart from the inside.

Iscreamed, the sound ragged and primal, but no one flinched.

They only watched, taking notes, as if my suffering were nothing more than data to be cataloged My vision blurred, black spots dance in the corners of my eyes and I only hear the machine roaring to ife.

No! Stop it! The machines arms descended toward me.

One of the appendages hovered just above my head and I see a thin needle sliding forward before plunging into my temple.

Aghhbhhh! ---- eee I scream, thrashing against the bounds.

But the ringing if the machine didn't stop.noveldrama

The pain was instant and unbearable, a searing heat that exploded behind my eyes.

And thats when the realisation hit me.

My memories.

They were carving into my mind, ripping my memories out by the roots.

They were stealing my existence, they were stealing Zariyan Volkov King from me.

And I could do nothing except let them.

---- Chapter 378 Zariyans POV A ten year old me was laying on the bed and Dad laid beside me.

My head resting on his arm.

I stare at the stars lighting up the dark sky excitedly while Dad's fingers softly play with the flick of my hair.

Dadda.

Can I ask you something? Of course, Zari.

Who named me Zariyan? And what does it even mean.

Others keep asking me about it.

There is silence.

Dad doesn't say anything for a few seconds and I turn around to look at him.

His eyes had a look of longing.

Your mother.

She named you Zariyan My heart clenched in my chest and I hear my heart ---- os drumming in my ears.

Mom.

Dad was talking about mom.

It was....

Unusual.

Twas the darkness and your momma....

She was the light.

When we had you? It was like you showed us a path from darkness to light.

You were the Zaria.

The dawn.

And that's why you were named Zariyan.

Meaning beauty and light.

My mouth opened in an O.

It..

It was beautiful! I never knew my name had such a beautiful meaning Do you like it? Dad asks and I nod excitedly.

Tlove it! He opens his arms for me and I throw my body on top of him.

We both giggle and he presses a kiss on my head.

Never loose your light, my Zari.

Never be afraid.No matter how dark the night is? Remember sun will always rise.

The dawn will always come.