A/N. This is just going to be a short chapter as I am up to my neck in homework and other boring stuff. Shoutout to the people in my class who have very inspiring rants.

An angered cry echoes out of a nearby hut and I turn to see what it is. A very frustrated Fireon storms out and points at me, stomping towards me. "You", he says with a rage-filled tone.

"What about me?" I answer.

"You don't make any sense. You don't make any bloody sense. How can you know about us? We've been hidden for hundreds of years. How the Hell did you know we were here?" he shouts.

"I don't know. I just, well, I... The forest. It called me".

"Rubbish. You've just been sent by Zena-Zla. You're gonna kill us all".

"No, I am not! I hate Zena-Zla just as much as you. She's taken my life away, she's killed my family".

"You just don't make any bloody sense", he murmurs and stomps back into his hut. Ooh, has to go and rub it in that I'm different. It's not like I haven't had that drummed into my head for most of my life. I glare at him re-entering his house and switch my attention back to a now giggling La Muerte. "You two sound like an old married couple", she laughs.

"What's his problem?" I ask her.

"He's probably just getting used to you. Plus you're a mystery that he doesn't know the answer to. And he doesn't like not knowing the answer". I shrug to that answer and I guess that's the only answer I'm ever going to get.  Firestone presses a hand to my shoulder and panders to me with innocent eyes.

"Maybe Fireon is right. You don't make any sense Crimson. This forest has been repelling people away for centuries, but you actually venture in. And it called you? It just doesn't make logical sense. May I have a look into your, um, subconscious", he whispers.

"Okay?" I reply cautiously and he presses a cold fingertip to my temple. He smiles, but then it drops to a concerned frown. "What? What is it? What you looking at? What's happened?"

"You seem to have some memories missing from your 'timeline'", he announces. "I'll try and retrieve them". He starts again and exhales deeply. Vivid memories rush through my head, new and unused. He's found them, my memories. I smile at my father's grin projected in my mind, but it soon turns to a look of horror as I see the memory that the lock was trying to shield me from. "I thought you might react like that", says Firestone, worriedly.