A/N:

ALMOST NO ONE READ THE LAST CHAPTER, SO IF YOU HAVEN'T YET GO BACK AND READ IT OR ELSE YOU WILL HAVE 0% CLUE WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER.

GO BACK.

okay, now we can start. sorry for author note.

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LORALAI'S POV:

I carried the girl through the trees. I didn't bother to talk to her, she wouldn't talk back. She looked away, and sometimes nodded or shook her head, so I guess she wasn't deaf.

She was either mute, or just really stubborn and doesn't trust strangers. It's probably the latter.

Was I kidnapping her? Is what I'm doing right now considered kidnapping? She hasn't said anything, which included her telling me to put her down...

Plus, I was going to help her. I didn't know if it was considered kidnapping, and didn't care much either.

I was going to help her, and that's that.

I was taking her to my house, on the other side of the forest.

How had I found the girl?

By trying to rob the house I'd found her in. I'd watched the owners, or what I assumed were the owners leave, and a woman like myself does what she has to in order to survive, so...

My assumed owners were a 40 or so still-beautiful woman with black hair, pale skin and amber eyes, and a man who must've been 20 years younger who had very neatly combed black hair, pale skin, and pale green eyes. The boy was very short, so short I could tell from my hiding spot. He was 5'4" at the most.

Come to think of it, they looked pretty similar.

Maybe they were related. I didn't know.

The girl I had in my arms was probably 17 or 18. She had wavy, yet very messy and tangled, dark brown hair past her shoulders, and grey-ish eyes.

So, soon enough we arrived at my house. It wasn't anything special really, but it was mine, and it was safe.

Safe from those weird, black, creatures that roamed. I think people call them 'Soulless' or 'Lifeless' or something like that.

See, I've figured out the creatures' weakness. They absolutely despise water. They die in water. Why? No idea. No reason to care. 

I've put a moat around my house. A moat that you must swim through to get through. It's deep, and too wide to jump across.

"You're gonna have to help me out here," I explained. I could not swim while carrying her. Actually, I probably could. If we both wanted to drown.

"You have to swim, or you can drown." I swiftly set the girl down onto her feet, to which she immediately fell to the ground.

"Can you seriously not walk?!" It was my fatal flaw; I was probably the most impatient person in the whole world. And I was definitely not patient enough to try and find out how true that was. Really says something about me.

"Why won't you talk to me?" I sighed, my frustration replaced with a disgusting... desperation." I only want to help you, and be your friend. What is your problem?"

I almost threw up as the words "and be your friend" fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Then, she actually said something, proving to me that is just a stubborn and angst-y teenager, and not a mute.

When she had said nothing else no matter how hard I tried to get her to talk, this girl that could not even walk on her own, said to me,

"Well, the journey to friendship is the longest journey, isn't it?"