Trixx's POV

An army clouds started hovering over all of us, illuminating in an odd plum color. It was my confusion clouding my mind. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Just show me where your memories are," Plagg insisted. 

Unsure and still with the clouds, I drummed my fingers on the velveted bed sheet. In another moment of whim, a flash of light streaks across the sky and we're in complete darkness with millions and millions of glowing gigantic balls floating on us, glowing faintly. 

"What's this?" Adrien asked as he touched gleaming sphere. It immediately lit up and the light engulfed us, revealing ourselves in a whole another place. 

"It's a memory," I explained in a hush voice. 

The colors and shapes were sharp, indicating that this memory was new. I was standing in the back of the classroom, where Ms. Mandeleiev was preaching her butt off about elements. 

"It's me!" Marinette squealed as she pointed at herself sitting on the front. 

"And me!" Alya shrilled, pointing at the sleeping girl. "And I'm sleeping!" 

"What's this memory?" Tikki asked but I completely ignored her. I didn't know what to do with her. Should I forgive her like nothing's wrong? No, don't make yourself look weak, Trixx. 

Then 'Trixx' suddenly jumped up from the middle of the class, screeching, "He wasn't the first person to rearrange the periodic table! Uh huh, it wasn't! It was someone else from Germany!" 

Everyone went silent. 

Then the colors jumped vibrantly and drained out, only leaving a black-and-white copy of the event. It meant that my memory from now on had became dull and uninteresting. There was a swirl as the memory gathered itself and turned into a sphere once more. 

"Don't touch random spheres," I hissed angrily. "If you open a very embarrassing one, I'll kill all of you guys and bury in the core of the moon." 

"Yes, mom," Nino mumbled. 

We marched in a few more steps, carefully avoiding the floating luminous circles. I pushed back a few of them gently, trying to search through my oldest, most mysterious memories. The spheres started shrinking and shrinking as I came across most of the unimportant ones. 

"Why do you have so much memories?" Nino complained again as he dodged another one.

"How long did you think I lived? Seventeen years?" I laughed. 

Nino stayed silent. I'm assuming he was corrected. 

"Which one are we looking for?" Marinette asked, wrinkling her nose as she peered into a sphere. 

"One that's unusual, that's all I can say," Plagg shrugged. "Either too dark or too bright." 

"That's much help," Adrien grumbled sarcastically. "There's a trillion spheres, find something that's unusual!" 

"Trixx, can't you think of anything?" Tikki asked. 

I ignored her, but the question stayed in my mind. This was plaguing me for the past moments. What happened so terrible to me that someone had to cast such a sensitive spell? What happened? 

"Why are we doing this anyways?" Nino complained. "I thought what we were just planning on doing was bringing back Trixx andㅡ" 

The words faded and I blinked. The world looked like it was upside down. It was like something had suddenly shifted. My stance had changed and my mind was spinning unreasonably fast. Gasping, I said, "What were we talking about?" 

Everyone exchanged a look. 

"It's the cheese," Plagg shrugged. "Nino just mentioned the type of cheese." 

"And to answer your question Nino," Tikki said. "How do you expect us to get help from Trixx in opening . . . that cheese's essence without her losing memories every time we mention . . . that cheese?" 

This was getting more and more confusing. 

"Just shut up and work harder," I snapped as I trudged through the thick atmosphere, reflecting on my mood. It sucked. I was always out of the loop. What's this deal with cheese anyways? As soon as I find the  stupid memories back, I need to do all the gossip I missed out on. 

"Man, I wonder if I have this many memories," Nino wondered out loud. 

"We need to question your brain's existence before that," Alya retorted. 

I stopped in one section of my memory stall, blinking deeply into it. There seemed to be too much open space in this area. All the nearby memories were spaced away from it, perhaps avoiding the spot. Did I plant some sort of memory blackhole here? I don't remember doing anything crazy like that. 

"Wait," I softly murmured as I kneeled down, touching the ground. It was wet, sticky, and cold. The worst combination ever. 

"What's this?" Marinette whispered as she accidentally stumbled in. Her eyes widened as she realized that her foot wasn't movable anymore, completely stuck. "Oh no." 

"The more you struggle, the more it restrains," I harshly yelled out as Marinette wiggled deeper and deeper into the sunken ground. 

"Marinette!" Adrien cried as he slammed himself straight into the pool, landing face-first. 

"Nice, Adrien, nice," Plagg sighed. 

"What is this thing?" Nino cried. I whipped my head to see him already waist-deep entangled with ivy-like arms pulling him deeper. 

"It's a memory," Tikki softly said. "Something that's disastrous. Something that drove itself under the surface of conscious." 

"What do we do?" Alya asked cautiously. She's the only sane human here. 

"We hunt it out," I said, flexing my muscles as I drove straight into dark murky mess. I found myself choking, my throat filling with filth and thick air constantly. The black tangles dug into my flesh, trying to eat me alive. What is this magic? Mutation? 

"Bring the core out!" Plagg's faint voice rang in my ears. Squeezing my eyes and mouth shut and chugged deeper, my fingers clawing its way. 

Then I touched it. 

The memory sphere was unusually cold, sending chills down my bone instantly. It froze my blood and I released a blood-curdling scream as I tried to flinch away. But I was immediately trapped under the enchantment, chained down. 

"NO!" I bellowed as I kicked and wrapped my arms around the gigantic sphere. What was this memory? 

There was a complete moment of blank silence as I lost my unconscious for a moment and lost connection with my physical. Isn't that ironic? This is my mind, my heart. How could I be more lost in it than I am right now? 

Then there was gigantic gust of wind as I heard voices chattering around me. 

"Trixx!" 

"Is she alive?" 

"Dude, this is her essence." 

"Are you okay?" 

I opened my eyes to see a gigantic blur of faces. I took a big gasp of breath as I pulled myself up, panting for non-existent life. I choked out, "What about the memory?" 

Plagg pointed behind me. "It's . . ." 

I whipped around to see the gigantic black ball of massive disaster melting. Literally, melting. It was turning into a big pool of very, very dark red. Almost like blood. The liquid started dripping towards me, as if the world was tilted towards me. I took a sharp intake as the substance touched my feet. 

Then everything flashed bright white for a moment. Then it disappeared into a black-and-white memory clip. I blinked, not remembering anything. Where was this place? When was this place? 

"Wayzz!" 

The name rang in my name so clearly, it almost seemed impossible for me to have forgotten it. Of course. It was Wayzz. It was always Wayzz. It couldn't be anything other than Wayzz. 

'Trixx' emerged from behind a column. She was in her Kwami form, her eyes filled with madness. More of the scenery was painted and I knew it was a nighttime in Paris. 

"Trixx," 'Wayzz' said. He was sitting in the railing, his small Kwami form looking fragile. His voice was filled with unmasked exasperation and exhaustion. 

"I need to talk to you," 'Trixx' insisted. "You know I do." 

"Trixx, just go back," 'Wayzz' said. "There's nothing to talk about. You know you aren't the girlfriend-type. I'm not boyfriend material. You know it." 

A few gasps escaped, including mine. Why did I ever forget this conversation? 

"You set up Tikki and Plagg," 'Trixx' argued. "Why do you always insist on making others happy but never yourself? What is wrong with you, Wayzz?" Her little hands shook with fury. 

"They're different," 'Wayzz''s voice was unnaturally hoarse. 

Now it struck me that he didn't have his mask on. 

"How are they different?" 'Trixx' begged. Her eyes filling with tears. "Wayzz! Listen to me. How are they different? We're all the same Kwami." 

'Wayzz' painfully looked at me. It was as if he was looking at me but he was just looking at 'Trixx' behind me. 

"They're destined to be together. We're not." 

"What's fate when you can't change it?" 'Trixx' argued. "Wayzz . . . Wayzz . . . enlighten me. What are all those heroes that fought against their fate? What about all those mortals? Don't they mean anything to you? Don't I mean anything to you? " 

'Wayzz' wavered, avoiding 'Trixx''s eyes. "Trixx," he whispered. "Don't make me do this." 

"No, I will make you do 'this'," 'Trixx' shot back. "I will make you say it out loud. Why? Why Wayzz? Tell me. What do I mean to you?" 

"No, no, no," 'Wayzz' groaned painfully. He seemed so conflicted, I now wonder why I drove him to hear all these things. He seemed so stressed out, under so much pressure. Under so much agony. 

"You don't have to be perfect," 'Trixx' whispered, approaching him. "I know you're the wisest butㅡ" 

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT!" 'Wayzz' screamed. For the first time, I saw genuine anger in his eyes. Then the flash of emotion immediately became muted as he hastily added, "There is more than that. And it's not about you, it's about me." 

"Stop giving me that," 'Trixx' snapped. She reached out and touched his arm. "Give me the truth." 

The one jerk of motion set him on fire. He flinched, screamed in agony, and moved away from her, gasping for life. "Go away," he quietly said. 

"Wayzz?" 'Trixx' asked. "What's wrong?" She fluttered closer, looking worried. Then she placed a hand on his forehead. "I don't think you haveㅡ" 

"GET OFF ME!" 'Wayzz' roared. And that was the last of Kwami 'Wayzz'. Something pulsed through his body, screaming for freedom. I blinked as I saw the last of Wayzz's sane soul vanish from his eyes as his body grew larger, more hideous, taking the form of a beast. 

It was pitch black, only its soul-less emerald eyes glowing. The irregular spikes of horn sprouted everywhere. The claws raked along the small terrace as 'Wayzz' shrieked, an ear-splitting noise. I flinched. 

"Wayzz?" 'Trixx' said. Both her and my eyes were fear struck, filled with horror and dawning realization. 

"No!" 'Trixx' said as she dove forward, slapping herself into the face of the beast. "No, no, no! Wayzz, come back!" 

Then I instinctively knew what was going to happen. 

I impulsively jumped forward, reaching out my little self as I tried to stop it. 'Wayzz' grunted heavily as his body started glowing in a dangerous red color. He was going to explode. I knew it. 'Trixx' knew it. But she hadn't budged a bit. 

"No!" I screamed just in time as everything turned black. 

Then before I had time to do anything, the scenery changed. This time 'Trixx' was human and was sitting in the sanctuary with Master Fu offering tea. 

"What?" she gawked. "Wayzz is a lock? What's he to lock? Wait a second, I'm pretty sure last time I checked he didn't have a brass surface or a keyhole." 

Master Fu sighed. 

"There are goodness in the world," he said. "This is called the Tree of Life, the most ancient incarnation of creation. The branches spreads life and happiness, the roots fills in the sturdiest of faith." 

"I know that legend," 'Trixx' shrugged. "Blah blah blah. Then the fruits start blossoming and they're the Kwamis to this day. I get it. But what does that gotta do with Wayzz being a metal mechanism?" 

"Wayzz," Master Fu slowly said, "was the biggest, strongest of all flowers and fruits." 

"So?" 'Trixx' questioned, shrugging. 

"He had the biggest seed. It's common knowledge the seed is the fatal flaw of a Kwami," Master Fu explained. "Wayzz had the biggest flaw. The most disastrous curse, you might say. The most unthinkable side effect." 

"Let me guess: he's a lock!" 'Trixx' rolled her eyes. 

"Wayzz is a lock," Master Fu echoed. "But what he locks inside himself isn't something easy to release. It isn't a mouthful of sensitive  emotions or a churning spirit of bad luck. It isn't the ironic fate of deceivery either." 

"What is it then?" 'Trixx' asked. 

"Wayzz keeps a whole monster inside him," Master Fu said, his voice so bittersweet. "These are his emotions, untamed and wild all the time. They work separate from Wayzz, controlling him to be cold-hearted at times or making him to insane things." 

'Trixx' stayed quiet. 

"Wayzz learned how to keep them silent. How to keep them non-existent," Master Fu said. "Wayzz was smart like that. He promised himself that he would never let anyone get hurt because of the monster inside him." 

I blinked. 

"He learned to be emotionless. He learned express fake-feelings. He learned to be an absolute new person," he whispered, saddened. "He learned to get rid of himself." 

"That's not fair," 'Trixx' and I said at the same time in hushed tones. "How is he supposed to live his life?" 

"He doesn't," Master Fu and I said at the same time. I answered my own question as more memories started flooding in. 

"He can't," Plagg whispered from somewhere. "How could he?" 

"He gave up his life," Master Fu said. "He learned to live like a robot his whole life. He learned to be completely immune to emotional pain . . . that was until you came." 

The flashes of the Paris night rushed into me, shattering my mind into a thousand pieces of sharp glass. 

"He lost it," Master Fu said. "And this time, he couldn't take the blame. I promised him I would do my best . . . and my best came to taking a splinter of each other's essence and binding them together to be safe. So that neither of you can hurt each other anymore without knowing what the other's feeling." 

"B-But," 'Trixx' said, her eyes widened with horror. "Wayzz can't do anything to change his fate? He has to live like that, in the meek shadows of his own fear?" 

"He says, 'Some fate were meant to be perished'," Master Fu quoted. "He taught me that. Long before I became a Guardian. It's the sacred duty bind to him. He can't change it. He won't change it." 

"That's not fair," 'Trixx' and I whispered. I've lost count on how our lips are syncing. Because it's the same emotions rushing back at me. "Wayzz deserves better. He deserves a better life than me. He deserves better crap than me." 

Silence.

"He says . . . he's sorry," Master Fu said. 

Everything turned black as my words faded out. 

Then I just collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down my face, wailing. I wasn't crying over the fact that I had a crush on Wayzz and just got rejected as fast as lightning. I wasn't crying over the fact that I probably willingly cast this spell on myself. I wasn't crying over the fact that I had the worst trauma in the world. 

I was crying for Wayzz. 

He couldn't cast a spell on himself, forgetting it would be more dangerous. He couldn't cast a spell over him, even if he wanted to. He trapped his ownself in his world, locking the real him away in a world where no one can reach him. 

He ran away. 

He ran away from himself. 

I slammed my fists down so hard they started bleeding. But I didn't care. I broke Wayzz. I called him a monster which he was and I demanded him to be things that would kill someone. I stabbed him in the heart too many times to remember but too hard to forget. 

I killed Wayzz. 

Yes, I did. 

I killed him like he meant nothing to me. 

He meant everything. 

I love Wayzz. 

I'm to the point of crying. Bye. 

Jue