His kissing pressures me on my hips, I withdraw peering at him, “I’m still Issabella, Baren, I didn’t change, I-I just…” “It’s okay Bell, as long as you don’t change into a zombie,”
“I won’t Baren,” He just gawks at me, as if I’m enchanting, I don’t know what is happening, but something is happening.
“You still don’t remember them?” “No Baren, I must have lost part of my memory,” He sighs, rubbing his dirty face, “I guess we don’t have to search for them no more,”
“What do you mean?” “Nothing Issabella, Baren means nothing, come on, let’s go,” I glance at Xankle holding his hand for me, “Okay then, where are we going?” I pull on his weight.
He helps Baren to his stand, “To find a home,” “Okay…”
Xankle opens a wooden lid on the ground. In a castle, somehow, I know this place, but I
