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Salome

amnesia has always been a terrible thing. it takes away memories, part of one's life. it takes away what has shaped us - how we are as a person and how we look at life. how we treat others and how we think of ourselves.

 

as long as i can remember, i had always been the child of my parents. i was happy, had a good bond with my parents and my little brother. i took everything for granted. i was naive and young, believing my parents' explanation for why i looked so different than them and my brother - it was just due to an error in my genes. something like albinism - yet different. ofcourse, such a thing did not exist - but i was young, i did not know any better.

 

and despite me having had everything, something felt off. i felt as if i missed something. i did not know what. i never tried to remember my past - it was impossible for me to do so. whatever what had happened, caused me to force myself to forget it - giving myself no knowledge of anything that happened before the age of six. ever since i had been adopted, i believed they were my true parents. no one knew what or how this happened - my parents being told how i barely remembered anything and should pretend to be my biological parents. this way, i would not feel scared, different or as if i did not belong. and that was when i was dubbed salome llewellyn - a child from family with welsh origin, living in europe.

it was somewhere around the age of twelve that i discovered i was different. at night, i had dreamed of a beautiful creature - one that only exists in mythological tales - in legends and myths. a body of flames and taking on the shape of giant bird - like creature, i almost immediately knew this was a phoenix. yet something about it felt . . familiar ? its appearance soothed and comforted me, made me feel more at home than my parents had made me feel.

 

and ever since that one night, my life changed. i noticed how i wouldn't break a sweat during the hottest temperatures, and how my body temperature remained warm during cold ones - though obviously, i still experienced cold nonetheless. and slowly - i realized i was capable of manipulating fire - creating fire from seemingly nothing, simply on the palm of my hand.

 

i left home on my sixteenth birthday. home did not feel like home anymore. i never told them about my powers - but having discovered this, it explained everything. why i did not look like them. why i felt something was missing. and maybe, it had to do something with not being able to remember anything from before my six years.

 

regardless, i will discover who or what i exactly am. for now, that is my mission.

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