Selvara's POV

"This is not real," I said aloud while closing my eyes. "This is a memory."

"Is it?" The Guardian's voice echoed around me. "Or is it the truth? You were helpless then, powerless. And deep down, you fear you still are."

The scene shifted and now I was in the auction house, chained on that platform as men stared at me with greed and disgust.

"You are nothing," one of them sneered. "Just an object to be bought and sold."

"No," I said. "I am more than that."

"Are you?" another voice ...