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Quinardo suffered a brief pang of pain as a result of the paradoxial nature of Aaron's actions, but it was so short-lived that he hardly even noticed it; also, the fact that he now had a gun pointed at his face distracted him from everything else. His left hand released the chain and he lifted both arms to show he was otherwise unarmed, "hey... don't shoot. Listen, I have no idea where I am, and I was just nearly decapitated by a spike of solidified blood. I'd really apreciate any information on what's happening," he continued to stand there, hoping that the young man wouldn't shoot him like he had the girl.

Aaron looked at the man, as he immediately backed down now that he had a gun pointed at his forehead. It was a smart maneuver, and one any logical person would take.

At least he's reasonable...

Aaron lowered the gun, his eyes still betraying his suspicion of the man. He didn't appreciate anybody who'd attack him.

Well, I guess, all things considered, if he watched what all just happened, he'd have good reason to be a little afraid. And he says he doesn't know where he is...

"You don't know where you are? That's... Hmm, you probably haven't been spoken to by the Director yet. This is the Compound. If you're here, that means you're... special, like us. As for what just happened here..."

Aaron looked around, a grim look returning to his face. Everything had happened so fast, but he wasn't prepared for any of it.

"...I have no clue. I've been here for about a month, but nobody's ever gone psycho like that before. Now she's running loose. I hope the Director can keep her under control."

Aaron looked back at the man, unsure of what to say next. Finally, he just sighed, and his expression changed to one of exhaustion. The gun found it's way back into its holster.

"Listen, I know you probably don't entirely trust me right now. Um, my name is Aaron. I'm not your enemy, if that helps you any. I need to check on the other girl in the room. Enyo..."

Aaron looked the man once over, listening to hear if he had anything to say while he slowly backed up and looked into the room. Inside he saw Enyo...

((I'm not really sure what to say about Enyo. I don't know how she's holding up after the attack. Is she unconcious? Freaking out? Help me out here.))

Ben groaned and rolled over. His arms were still bleeding; they hurt like hell, "Damn it," he said, sitting up and placing his left hand on his pounding head, "Wish that wouldn't happen."

Noticing, for the first time, the situation, he immediately took caution. Aaron had a gun pointed at the head of a man he didn't recognize. He stood up, "What is this? What happened?" he asked, dropping his right hand down to waist-level so as to be in better position to unholster his pistol. Meanwhile, he kept his left hand on top of his head, looking between the two.

He seemed to completely ignore the fact that he was not in a place that his memory last placed him. It seemed as if this was a completely normal occurance to him.

A slight pallor came to Quinardo's face when the young man said, "if you're here that means you're... special, like us", but it was swiftly followed by a slight sigh of relief, the simple idea of not being the only person in the world with such extraordinary abilities was a naturally relaxing prospect. Another thing that was said caught his attention as well, <the Director? Didn't the man who shot me with the dart say something about a Director as well? I can't remember exactly waht it was, I was allready falling unconscious when he said it...> Ben's movements brought Quinardo back to reality, and he once again lifted his hands to show he was unarmed, well, except for the chain hanging from his right hand.

Dean listened carefully, trying to tell what was happening from outside. He could hear muffled voices, but could not make out what they were saying due to the screen of vines and leaves that seperated him from the outside world. He breathed deeply, then frowned slightly as he began to concentrate. Slowly the plant began to recede, unblocking his passage to the outside. The hallway outside was a complete mess; blood everywhere. He could see there were several people there, one holding a gun, the others unarmed, at least as far as he could see. But then he supposed no one was ever unarmed as such in this place; they must all have some kind of ability that was the reason they had been taken to this place.

Theres so much blood...

Dean began to feel slightly sick; although the gang near where he had lived had always been rough and he had seen plenty of blood in his time, it had never been so much, the violence on such a large scale. He supposed it was only possible due to the abilities of those around him; but this made him wary of the others who were in this place he knew was called the compound, if nothing else. He had been told he would be sent on assignments to deal with some kind of race of creatures, but it looked to him like they had been attacked, not the ones who were doing the attacking. Still, things seemed to have quietened down; at least whatever had happened had been dealt with. At least, that was what seemed to have happened.

"What happened?" Asked Dean, unable to say anymore. He had never seen such devastation in his life.

Then again, I suppose I will get use to it.

He had dealt with the violence in the area he had been forced to move to. He could deal with this new level of violence if he had to.

Enyo was knocked out for a brief minute before she regained conscious. She was slid back against a wall covered in the same crimson liquid that was splattered all over the walls. “What..?” She groaned, rubbing the back of her head slightly in pain. A bump was forming where she had so ungracefully been flung back against the wall. Her eyes widened as she remembered what had flung her against the wall. The green eyed girl looked around frantically, eyes becoming larger with horror and shock. She had done it again, she had lost control. Thankfully, no corpses were lying on the floor, but then speculation ran through her head. What if she had made the blood explode, like she did with her first victims? What if there were no large enough pieces to be found of the body? There sure was enough blood for one person, maybe two. Enyo quickly scanned the room and found Ben stumbling up while Aaron held an unknown man at gunpoint. There was a click in the door beside her as the newcomer she was supposed to be looking after came lumbering out of the room.

Enyo made an attempt to rise from her slumped position from the floor, but a sharp pain from the arm she was trying to push off of and the leg she was trying to push off of made her stumble back onto her butt. Her head turned impatiently to her left to see what had hindered her movement and the poor girl almost fainted again. There was a clotted spike stuck in her upper left arm, the tip was already beginning to crumble. Deep breath, deep breath. The girl thought to herself and looked down at her leg to see a similar object protruding from her thigh. Her breathing quickened for a second before she forced it to even out once more. “Ok, ok, it’s ok,” she muttered to herself. Enyo closed her eyes and concentrated, blood into blood. Nothing was unfamiliar, it was the substance that flowed through her veins, it was the very thing that kept her alive, kept people alive, it should not be used as a weapon, it should be embraced and loved. The spikes that she created would become part of her body, replacing the substance that she had lost due to them.

Quickly now, Enyo willed, she could already feel the heaviness and weakness she felt when her anemia kicked in. The girl’s face was pale and clammy, her breath was coming out in very controlled intervals and eyes closed in what must have seemed as shock, but in reality was deep concentration. The spikes slowly liquefied back into its original form, but instead of dripping down, it seemed to be sucked up into her arm and leg. The last bit oozed down her arm to intermix with the already dripped blood. There was still a small stream flowing out of the girl’s wounds, but it was definitely smaller than it was before. Instead of newly formed skin as most regenerators could do, there was, instead a large scab that would promote natural healing the slow way.

Enyo’s eyes slowly opened, the girl didn’t even bother looking at her work. She already knew what she had done with her body, it was a basic skill to know for her ability and she already knew the ending result. She looked around again, this time Aaron was staring at her intently. The girl quickly looked away, ashamed of what he saw and what he now knew about her curse. That was when she realized that a body was missing. “Where’s the little girl?” Enyo asked suddenly, her face swirled back to meet Aaron’s. The girl’s eyes were wide and fearful, tears were swimming in its depths at the thought of what she had done, of what she might have done.

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The Director sighed as Ami went on a sudden rampage and destroyed pottery and figurines. Most of those glass and porcelain pieces were highly expensive and rare, but no matter, objects were replaceable and not the top priority at the moment. He got up from his crouching position to follow the demon child down the hallway. The man brought his wrist up to lick his small cut clean from the trickling blood. “Troublesome,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly.

“Ami, I will find your sister for you if you come here and tell me about her,” The Director called after her in an attempt to reason. Maybe it was what Aura said, maybe the little girl really was just troubled and maybe, if her sister did happen to exist, it would make her much, much easier to control. Well, that’s assuming that the demon’s sister was not also a devil herself. No matter, if the other one is able to stable out this one, even if she is crazy, the it would be a great asset.

Aura. The Director mentally called to his partner for support. See if you can walk through her dreams.

But how? Is she still awake? The female partner responded.

Just try. It wouldn’t hurt. She needs a “sister”, who is female, unlike me.

Ami, The feminine voice carefully prodded the girl’s mind. Listen to the nice man, he will help you. He won’t harm you, I promise. The woman gently repeated in the little girl’s mind. Aura normally couldn’t dream-walk through someone’s mind while they were awake, yet it was possible with the warped girl since her sense of reality was so skewed. The Dreamseer normally saw what the dreamer is dreaming at that particular time, but in this case, she could see a red haze that covered the entirety of her mind. No doubt, if Aura were to walk in when Ami was actually asleep, it would be a lot different. Aura felt a chill run up her spine. The woman didn’t even want to think about what she would See in someone as troubled as that child.

A shape slowly emerged from the mist and formed itself to become a human girl. Aura had never seen Ami in the physical since the Seer was blind, but from the descriptions the Director gave to her, the girl that had taken shape looked a lot like Ami. Did the little girl dream about herself? That couldn’t be, she had no real concept of self in the first place, how was it possible that there was another figure here. “Sister”, that’s what her dear partner had said to her.

Who is this other girl in Ami’s mind? Aura asked her partner, somewhat hurt that the man did not tell her about his find.

Ah, so she really does have a sister then? The Director stated with much curiosity.

A sister? I never Saw her. Aura responded in what might have sounded a bit skeptical.

I know. But there are many things that can’t been Seen. The Director stated simply, knowing that in truth, Aura was disappointed in her failure to see another one of these beings as they were so close to each other. Even so, she might just be imagining it. A split personality perhaps? He mused, giving a subtle explanation of why he didn’t tell her the fact.

True. The female answered. She understood that the Director didn’t want to tell her something he was still unsure of, but still, giving her a hint to what he was thinking couldn’t have hurt. Anyways, I’ve talked to her…I think. Any changes? The Director turned back outward to look at the little girl’s reaction.

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Aria has been wandering around the forest for what she thought was about four days now, not that she really cared. It all looked the same to her, trees, trees, trunks, trees. All the was following was the directions of the spirit. Oddly enough, the deeper that they traversed into the forest, the better she understood the being that accompanied her. Though, what it told her made less and less sense as well. On sometimes, it would tell her that they only had a little ways left, on other days it told her that it was not time yet. Aria suspected that the ghost had taken her the long way around because she was almost positive that they place where she stood right at that particular moment was the same place that she had built her fire two nights ago. See, there on the ground were the charred ashes, and a bit beyond that was a paper bag that she had so casually thrown. No matter, Aria trusted her friend, it had gotten her out of troubles many, many times without fail so why should she stop believing now? Besides, it wasn’t in her nature to hate or feel betrayed. The spirit must have a reason, and until the girl figured out what, she would just have to follow blindly.

The specter told Aria to stop. There was something there. Something that was not right, that was why it had led her back to a familiar location. It did not know whether the stalker was friend or foe. The person could not be trusted to be led to the sacred area. The sacred area, supposedly, was where the haunt was leading Aria to. It had told her this just yesterday, but where or what exactly the place was, Aria had no idea. The spirit had attempted to explain it to her, but it made no sense. No matter, the spirit refused to continue to their spot if an enemy followed them. The being began to move again and Aria quickly followed after. “Where are we going?” the girl asked her haunt, but it remained silent.

Aria walked for a couple of hours, going deeper into the forest again, yet this time though another route that was more remote, if possible, than the previous route that she had taken just the day before. The spirit medium slid forward faster now so that the girl had to up her pace just to keep her guide in sight. And then as abruptly as it sped it, it stopped. “Now, what was that all about?” Aria asked with a mock smile and her hands on her hips. The girl wasn’t mad, just wanted to know a bit about what was going on and where she was going. The ghost remained silent, yet continued staring forward. Aria shifted her gaze to match where her spirit was looking and her eyes promptly widened in astonishment. Before her was a gate into a big stone castle.

“This isn’t the sacred place, is it?” She asked the spirit. The spirit answered a negative and then continued towards the building, easily slipping through the bars of the old gate. “This is a bit like Beauty and the Beast,” Aria giggled before reaching out a hand to push through the gate. The girl was not scared, instead, she was fascinated at her find, well, more like her ghost’s find, but all the same, she could explore some place new and that always excited her.

"G...Grimmy?"

"What, Gruff?"

"T..tell me a story?"

"I don't know anymore stories, Gruff. I told you the last one I knew a month ago."

"Ok...can...will you let me play for a little bit? My...arms is all hurty and stuff."

With a gentle sigh and a nod of submission, the moody little dwarf that was supposedly the giant of a man's twin stands, taking a key slowly out from around his neck. He looks up to his red-eyed brother, who was on his knees, holding out his lower set of arms as the middle pair claps softly, murmuring soft words of thanks. Again the skull-headed dwarf nods, starting to give his brother strict instructions to be careful. The big man knew he was strong, but he didn't know how strong...Grim did, however, and he didn't need his giant of a brother doing something he shouldn't. The big man nods, whimpering pitifully as he shakes the arms jutting out of his mass of hair, eager to have them free once again.

The little man steps fully forward, sliding the large key into the lock on the iron pad holding his wrists together, hearing it slip home and clank as it turns. The pad drops to the forest floor with a puff of dust, making another loud clang as Grim bends to retrieve his key, Gruff flexing the newly free arms as he slowly turns his back. His brother had to dig through his hair to get to this set of arms, however, making Gruff sit all the way down on a rock so that he could reach the pad. Again he slides the key home, hearing it clank as it opens, then clank again as it hits the ground. This time, however, a cracking of bones accompanies it as Gruff flexes his stiffened shoulders, giving a soft cry, as it hurt.

"Owie...Grim, m'arms hurts...makes it stop, p'ease?"

"I can't do anything for you...I ain't good with my hands, Gruff, you know that...and why can't you ever say please right? Come on...we'll go let you lay down in that stream and let your arms relax in the cold water."

"B...but Grim! I can't swimmed! You never teached me how to done that!"

"Calm down, you big dummy. It won't even come up to your belly button, Gruff. I could swim in it 'cause I'm so frickin' short, but you'd have to just lay down in it."

"Oh...I can does that."

Reaching down tentatively, one of Gruff's large hands slips around one of Grim's tiny hands, the little man thinking of snatching his hand away until he looked up into Gruff's wide, slightly scared eyes. He frowns slightly, forgetting just how odd his brother was, almost ready to cry at the prospect of doing something he didn't know how to do. He'd heard of drowning and now the big man was deathly afraid of it, as he'd heard it hurt quite a lot. He didn't even like to hold his breath. As such, the little man merely gives the gigantic palm encircling his hand a squeeze, leading the big man towards the stream trickling by in the distance, tiny footsteps and plodding stomps echoing through the trees. His lips part in yet another sigh inside his skull, Gruff using the other five arms to play with his own hair, tugging it and pulling it out from in front of him only to drop it again, watching it flutter back into place with a deep yet still surprisingly childish giggle.

Arriving at the small stream minutes later, the odd pair stop, Gruff biting his lip as he looks down into the water, then to his brother, putting a toe into it and shivering. It was slightly cold, the large man sniffling once as he steadies himself. He reaches down slowly and grips his shorts, the short man turning his back to give his larger brother some privacy. With a timid look around to ensure no one was around at the moment, he slides them down his thick legs, tossing them over a tree branch at waist height before slowly wading out into the cold water. He shivers as he sinks up to his waist at the deepest point, his hair floating at the tips. He looks up to his brother, who was stripping his robe off over his helmet, the little man never taking the skull off, his glowing green eyes narrowing as Gruff looks up to him.

"You...gets in wif me, too?"

Grim merely nods in answer to the large man's question, Gruff smiling happily as he lowers himself slowly to a sit in the water, his hair fanning out around his head as he leans back until his ears sink, but going no further. As his hair drifts away from his face, it reveals cheeks that were slightly fuller than the gaunt cheeks hidden beneath Grim's skull, surprisingly smooth skin, and a handsome complexion, yet his eyes were a glimmering, glowing red color that couldn't be natural. He looked like a giddy child at the moment, which was mostly true, Grim stripping down to his own shorts before wading out into the shallows, sitting down in them so that he only sunk to his waist when sitting. Gruff moves himself closer to his twin, laying his head between his short legs, the small man scowling, yet allowing it. Any other time, he would have smacked his forehead and moved away, yet for now, he merely tilted his head back to look up at the sky through the trees with his twin.

"It's pretty, ain't it, Gruff?"

"Yea...real purty...what do think it's like for the little birdies goin' tweet tweet so high?"

"Well, I guess it's fun for them, that or boring...I imagine they do it all the time."

The conversation for the next few minutes consisted of mundane questions of the sort, Gruff's hair fanned out around his body in the water, letting the gently rolling stream relax his great coils of muscle. After a time of asking and getting rebuffed each time, he finally convinces his smaller twin to rub his shoulders since it would quiet him down. He sits up just slightly, rolling his hair up into a long, twisted column and pulling it over one shoulder to keep it out of his brother's way. His small fingers begin to work into muscles like rocks, having to work hard just to get them to loosen up. He really should let the big man loose sooner rather than later, for it always made him so stiff to have his arms locked up all the time. And so the two sat, Grim speaking quietly each time Gruff asked him a question. He was learning to tolerate the big man more, but he still had a way to go in that respect. Now if only they could find someone who could tell them where the hell they were, the two would be doing rather well, for Grim only got stares when he went to the small town nearby, barely getting the food shopping done every time.

While Aaron was backing up to examine Enyo, he noticed Ben stirring on the ground. It gave Aaron pause for a moment, as he stood relieved to see his fellow classmate unharmed. It would have been a very sad day for everyone if somebody had died here. Even better, Ben seemed to be himself again. The wild, almost rabid look in his eyes had been replaced with one of slight bewilderment and exhaustion.

Aaron, upon turning to examine Enyo, saw that she was reabsorbing the coagulated blood spikes back into her body. It was a strange thing to watch, and Aaron wasn't quite sure what to make of it. It was like the blood was becoming blood once again, and rushing back into her veins. The wounds caused by the spikes were soon covered by large scabs, a single reminder of the pain that had been there before.

That is one trippy power... She can manipulate blood. Guess that means that it wasn't the freaky girl. That also means she can't really control her power completely yet...

It was about this time when Dean stumbled out of a side room, obviously attracted by the noise. He was clearly unsure of the situation, and Enyo, also glancing in his direction, seemed to recognize him. Aaron figured he was probably another new guy. There were quite a few pouring in recently, so it wouldn't be surprising. Still, Aaron felt a twinge of pity for Dean and Quinardo. These two had just arrived, and their first experience was one of bloodshed and fear.

Enyo herself seemed very shaken up. She was muttering to herself, and seemed almost scared of her own power. After a few moments, she noticed Aaron's concerned stare, and started acting embarrassed at herself. Aaron grinned a little at that reaction; it showed she was going to be alright, even if she was shaken up by the experience.

Then she began looking around frantically, then shot a look up to Aaron that could only be described as a frightened plea. It took Aaron aback, as he wasn't expecting it. It seemed she saw something that gave her worry, and Aaron wondered what. He glanced back down the hall, but the girl hadn't returned.

"Where's the little girl?"

That was the most shocking part of Enyo's emotions. It was the last thing Aaron expected to hear from Enyo in that moment.

Is she afraid the girl will come back? No... no, this is something different. Perhaps she's afraid of what might have been done by her powers? She already seems on edge... I need to calm her down.

Aaron reached out, and put his arms on Enyo's shoulders. He was trying to give off the most confident and comforting appearance he could at that moment.

"Enyo..."

Aaron's voice came out in a soft, gentle tone, quiet, but not quite a whisper.

"It's alright. The girl ran off. Nobody has died. It's over now, ok?"

Aaron still had his look of concern in his eyes. He was truly worried, for Enyo, for Ben, for all of them. Aaron wanted to use his powers to stop things like this from happening. But for now, all he could do was help them all recover in the aftermath. As for Dean, Aaron would fill him in later, when things were back to normal...

The moment that another man entered the scene Quinardo decided it was time to lower his arms, he had begun to feel quite ridiculous being the only one doing that. A question began to form in his mind, but he was sidetracked when he saw the woman's healing take place; he had never seen such a thing happen, and the scientist within him could think of only one thing, <my god, how hard would it be to get a sample?> the thought was followed by a sligtly more rational one, <whoever this Director person is must know what common factors are found in our genes that give us these extraordinary abilities, I must speak to him...>.

“Don’t touch me!” Enyo yelled out responsively, slapping Aaron’s arms back and off her shoulders. The remaining that were splattered on her immediately hardened and some of it crumbled off at her violent movement. It was nice to know that some people were still worried about her even after witnessing her abilities, but right now with her controlled frayed, the girl had no idea what she might do next. She had to protect them from her, especially the ones who show her kindness, that was what she promised herself way back when. In the group that had hurt her, was another girl who was in basically the same situation that she was in, the only difference was that the group found uses for her and so kept her as a pet messenger. That messenger girl was there at the time when her powers awakened and Enyo had no way of preventing the same fate of the group from that helpless girl.


“I…I’m sorry, I just,” Enyo tried to apologize, her arms wrapped around herself defensively. Aaron’s words reached her then and she breathed a sigh of relief, the girl was safe. It wasn’t her, she didn’t do it, not this time. But the blood, so much blood. Where did it come from? A brief image of the demon child ripping into Ben’s arm startled her to reassess her original conclusion to Ben’s well being. “How’s Ben?” The girl asked worry and at the same time in an attempt to change to topic away from her. Enyo staggered up, using the wall as support. She paused, taking a deep breath. Her arm and leg were sore and still stung, on top of that, her head was spinning from her temporary lack of blood. Yes, it was true that she had replaced it, or at least she hoped so, but it still took some time to kick in.

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Aura winced in her bed as hues of red, yellow, and orange flashed through her mind from the child’s imagination. S..she heard me. Aura reported back to her partner. The connection with the girl was chaotic and hard to control. She knows I’m not her sister…..the noise….the noise, the wrong song. She labored to relate back to the Director what she had heard from the little girl. It was one thing to make connection with someone who was dreaming, and another thing entirely to make a connection with someone who was awake and crazy.

Aura! That’s enough! The Director shot back quickly. He knew that his partner would do anything to be of any help to him and he was grateful, it was one of the reasons why he chose her, but if she were to tax herself so much that she useless, than it would do no one any good.

I know, I know. The stubborn woman answered back. Aura turned her attention back to Ami. I’m not your sister, but listen to me. The man….The Director, he will help you, I promise. She tried to reason some more with the girl before the connection was broken off all together.

Ami was holding her head in pain as she sobbed uncontrollably. “The song, the song,” The Director chanted, trying to think about what the little girl meant by her childish remarks. “What is a song to her?” The man was talking to himself now, working back the puzzle from the beginning. “Screaming,” The Director responded to his own question, “Yes, that’s right, the screaming of people.” He paused and thought for another moment, thinking about another term for screaming or loud noise. “Loud noise!” The Director smacked the palm of his hand with his fist. “Yes, yes, the sirens!”

The headmaster immediately whipped out a cell phone from his pants pocket without even bothering to punch in the numbers, he held the earpiece up. “Ah, yes, this is me. Please turn off the drill alarms, we are quite finished with that now,” He clicked the phone shut and stuck it back into his pocket. Another few minutes later, the alarms were silenced and the constant red blinking of the wall lights ceased and returned to normal.

“Now, is that better?” He asked the distraught little girl, crouching down next to her with a worried expression on his face.

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Now, if Aria was a normal person, well, a person who couldn’t see apparitions, then she would have jumped and swore when the unknown person just suddenly popped up behind her. Unfortunately, or luckily, depending on how one saw it, she wasn’t a normal person. The ability to see spirits that could walk through walls and made no noise at all made the spirit seer immune to such surprises. Aria did turn around abruptly, the woman who had bowed to her carried a magnificent spear that immediately caught the curious girl’s attention. “Oooh, that’s a pretty blade,” she commented, poking at the staff with her index finger.

“Oh, Hi!” She greeted the woman cheerfully as if they had already known each other for a while. Aria had not seen another physical human in four days and it was slowly killing her. The girl was a social type and enjoyed talking and listening to people. “Were you really expecting me?” the girl asked excited. “I wasn’t even really expecting myself, you see, so I don’t know how you would be expecting me, but if you really were, then that’s awfully nice and I won’t hesitate to invite myself over!” Aria said that all in a big breath. “But then again, I have already invited myself over by letting myself through your front gate, I am so sorry about that, I really couldn’t help it. It was just so mysterious and alluring, you know? How long have you lived out here? Is it scary when it gets dark, because I do so get scared when it gets too dark, but that’s the thrill of camping out in the forest isn’t it? On second thought, I don’t even know why I’m out in the forest. Well, actually I do, but not really, you see I’m following my friend here,” she waved impatiently at the space where her guardian was, “but between you and me, I don’t really know if she knows where she’s going either. Wait, I don’t even know if it’s really a she, I just assumed, but since I’ve called her a she, she hasn’t minded at all, so I suppose it’s ok to call her a she,” and on and on.

All the while Aria was heading towards the main door of the castle.