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Chapter 7 – The Sword of Memory
Living together had changed everything. Danny and Guy, once strangers bound only by curiosity and fate, had grown into something more—roommates, and slowly, best friends.
Guy’s presence gave Danny a strange comfort. He didn’t mock Danny’s long hair or delicate looks; instead, he treated him with quiet respect, even pride. For the first time, Danny felt less like a target, and more like… himself.
One evening, as the autumn air cooled the city, Guy suggested they visit the museum again. Danny hesitated—he still remembered the statue of the princess, the uneasy pull in his chest—but Guy’s steady gaze convinced him.
Inside the museum, the halls were dim and hushed. The same shadows of history whispered around them, but tonight, Guy’s steps led him further, deeper, into a restricted wing of ancient relics.
And there it was.
A sword, displayed behind glass. Its blade was tarnished by time, yet it gleamed faintly as if remembering battles of another age. The hilt was wrapped in worn leather, engraved with a royal crest—sharp, proud, unmistakable.
Danny’s breath caught. Something inside him knew this weapon. His chest tightened, and memories flickered—flashes of his hands gripping the same sword, sparks of steel clashing, the desperate fight to protect someone dear.
Guy’s voice was low, almost reverent. “This belonged to Prince Yuzui.”
Danny swallowed hard. His reflection shimmered on the glass, superimposed over the weapon. The sharpness in the prince’s engraved eyes on the crest matched the fragments of bravery buried within him.
“Why does it feel like… like I’ve touched it before?” Danny whispered.
Guy’s expression softened. “Because you have. Not in this life, but in the one you’ve forgotten.”
Danny shook his head, denying it, but his fingers brushed the glass unconsciously, as though drawn to reclaim what was once his. The weight of destiny pressed down on him—the sword wasn’t just a relic. It was a reminder, a call to the past.
Guy placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “We’re getting closer. Every piece we find brings us nearer to the princess… and to the truth.”
Danny’s heart raced. He wanted to run, to escape the heavy web of memories tightening around him—but at the same time, a strange fire sparked within. Fear and courage clashed, just as they had in his dream.
The sword lay silent, but in its stillness, it carried a promise: the past would not remain buried.
And Danny, whether he admitted it or not, was the one destined to wield it again.
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Chapter 8 – The Princess’s Face
The museum was quiet, only the hum of the lights echoing above them. Danny stood before the statue of the missing princess again, his heart uneasy. Something about her always made him restless, as though she were whispering secrets only he was meant to hear.
Tonight, though, it felt different. Guy stepped closer, studying Danny’s face with sharp eyes. His expression was unreadable, almost pained.
Danny frowned. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Guy glanced back at the statue, then at Danny again. His chest tightened as the truth pressed itself into his mind. The delicate shape of the statue’s face, the curve of the jaw, the sadness in her eyes… it was the same.
It was Danny.
The realization struck him like lightning—the princess was Danny.
At first, Guy thought it was madness. The princess had been a girl, radiant and graceful, the heart of an ancient kingdom. Danny, though—Danny was a boy. A modern boy. The idea didn’t make sense, yet the more Guy looked, the harder it became to deny. Their faces aligned, as though the sculptor of time had carved the same soul into two forms.
Danny tilted his head, confused by Guy’s silence. “What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Guy swallowed, his voice low. “The princess… she’s you, Danny.”
Danny blinked, stunned. “What? Don’t be ridiculous. She’s a girl, I’m—” He stopped, shaking his head violently. “No. That can’t be true.”
But Guy’s gaze was steady, unwavering. “Look closer. Her eyes, her lips, her expression—it’s all you. The soul doesn’t care about form. You are her, reborn.”
Danny turned back to the statue, heart pounding. The marble face stared back, serene and eternal. He wanted to laugh, to deny it, but as he traced the lines of her face with his eyes, his breath caught.
The resemblance was undeniable.
A shock ran through him, sharp and disorienting. His body trembled, but his mind fought back. “No… I don’t remember anything. I can’t be her. I’m me!”
Guy sighed, stepping closer. “Memory can hide, Danny. But truth doesn’t. You are the missing princess. And until you accept it, the past will keep haunting you.”
Danny staggered back, his world tilting. The room seemed to spin, the statue’s face blending with his own reflection on the glass.
He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t believe.
And yet, deep inside, a tiny, terrifying voice whispered: It’s true.
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