Done with his Memories, Sunny was ready to learn of the new Attribute he had received. Considering how much pain he had to go through to acquire the damn thing, he had pretty high expectations.
Looking for the cluster of runes representing his Attributes, Sunny focused his attention and carefully read their names.
There were five Attributes: [Fated], [Mark of Divinity], [Child of Shadows] and the new one, [Blood Weave].
Sunny was about to summon the description of the [Blood Weave], but then stopped.
Something was not right.
Something did not add up.
The feeling of unease from before had returned, now much stronger.
When did he first feel it?
For some reason, his thoughts were slow and murky. He felt a strong inclination to forget all about the strange feeling and concentrate on something else.
But this time, he did not.
'It was… when I was studying the Puppeteer's Shroud. And it was… connected… to the number five.'
Five? What meaning was there to the number five?
With his attention beginning to wane, Sunny bit his lip, causing drops of blood to roll down. A burst of pain cleared his mind for a moment.
There were five Attributes… [Fated], [Mark of Divinity], [Child of Shadows], and [Blood Weave].
'What?'
There were… five… five Attributes!
But he only counted four.
Bewildered, Sunny stared at the runes.
He was sure that there was a fifth Attribute. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't read its name and description. Every time his gaze fell on the runes corresponding to the fifth Attribute, he would find himself distracted, his memory wiped clean of any mention of it.
Just remembering that there were five Attributes was incredibly hard. Clenching his teeth, Sunny tried to keep his concentration, not allowing himself to be distracted.
He was not going to forget!
"Five! It's five! There's five of them, damn it!"
Immediately after he said those words out loud, something changed. It was as though an invisible veil had fallen from his eyes. Or, rather, from his mind.
Sunny froze, shock and fear permeating his heart. He was remembering…
'Didn't I… didn't I see a dream?'
Yes, of course… he saw Cassie standing over him with panic in her eyes. Begging him to remember the number five.
No, wait…
Was that a dream? At the time, he believed so.
But then, he forgot.
Just as he had forgotten what actually happened on that day.
On the day when Cassie woke him up to tell him something important…