I was pacing back and forth in the hallway in front of my grandmothers room. Healers from all over the lands came to see her, but nothing seem to help. It all happen only two days ago and yet it seems like an eternity.

I haven't slept yet, it's not that I don't want to.

I just can't.

Every time I lay in bed things keeps running through my mind. Everyday Lisa comes to see her mom and every time I try to avoid her.

It's not that I don't want to talk to her or that I don't like her, it's just she reminds me of my dad a lot and I just can't handle that now.

I turn around and face the door.

I don't know why I just can't heal her. When I try to do that a few days ago everybody said that I couldn't. The poison was magic and if I would try to heal her the poison would go into my system and slowly turn me in stone. It would heal my grandmother, but it would kill me.

Maybe this is what Abraham wanted. Me sacrificing myself to save her. It would mean that Abraham can do what he wants when I'm dead.

I let out a sigh and sat down against the wall. I can't let her die, I just can't let somebody else die.

"Hey you're okay?"

I look up and saw Connor standing in front of me, looking at me with a concern look on his face.

"No." I said in a sigh.

A soft look came on his face before he sat down next to me.

"I know that this isn't easy for you."

No this isn't easy for me, it's torture. I don't know if she's gonna die or not.

"I just don't know what to do Con. What if she dies?"

I wanted to cry so badly, but I didn't. I didn't want to cry and waist tears.

"Hey she's isn't going to die, okay? Everybody is looking for a solution and I mean everybody, all over the lands."

I let out a sigh knowing that he was right. Every person in this world is looking for a cure. I laid my head on Connor's shoulder and try to relax.

Every muscle in my body hurts. I have been stressing for the past couple of days and my body is exhausted. I don't know how people can handle this kind of stress every day. I don't know if I can live with the fear.

The fear of losing someone you love. The fear of not knowing what to do. The fear of not knowing when their gonna die. It's like it eats you on the inside and you don't know how to stop it.

I look at Connors hands on his lap and remember that he found something about his family. I was still surprise that he didn't want to tell me when I asked about it.

"Con will you tell me now what you found?" I asked removing my head from his shoulder.

He looked at me studying my face. Something in his eyes changed and I don't know if it's good or bad.

"I don't know."

I grab his hand giving it a squeeze.

"It's alright if you don't want to tell me now. I can wait until you really want to."

He shook his head looking away from me.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that you can't tell Libby."

I frown my brows not knowing where he was going with this.

"You're going to keep a secret from her again? Con you know what happen the last time you did that."

He let out a big sigh looking at me. "I know and I'm gonna tell her eventually, but not now, not yet."

I nodded my head letting him know that I understand what he means.

"So are you gonna tell me?" I asked hesitatingly.

"It's not that easy to tell you. Not because I don't want too. It's just that I have little information about it and I wanted to make sure I have everything before I would tell someone." He said looking away from me.

He was staring at the wall trying to get the right words out.

"You know that my parents don't have our power and that it's impossible for me and Libby to have this power if not one of our parents don't have them."

I nodded my head not wanting to disturb him in his deep thoughts.

"Well I guess it's true because I found out that they aren't our really parent's." He said with a bitter chuckle at the end.

How is this possible? I have known them from birth and I never knew any other parents of them.

"But..?" I manged to croak out.

"I don't know it either Hazel, but I found these papers in my dad's desked and they weren't our worlds kind of papers. There were from this world. Written in Latin and mine and Libby's name on it."

I frown my brows again not knowing what all of this mean.

"What was in the letter?" I asked quickly.

"It took me a few days to translate it, but I found out that the letter belonged to my real parents. In the letter my real parents asked my adopted parents to take care of us and not let us know about this world."

Just like my parents didn't want me to know anything.

"They said that it was dangerous for us to be here, because someone was after water Nimfen, killing them one by one."

Mafalda.

She wanted them all dead and I never understood why.

"The lasting they wrote was that if they wouldn't be back in a year they have to erase our memories. I was seven and Libby was five. We would have remember them and this world. I guess they haven't survive it, because they erased our memories a year later." Connor whispered at the end.

I can't believe this. His real parents really wanted to protect them from Mafalda. They brought them to a save place and left them behind by people they didn't know.

All they wanted was for Libby and Connor to be save, even it would mean not being together as a family.

"There was another name in the letter."

I sat more straight and turn my body fully towards him.

"Which name?"

He look back at me before saying the name I least expected.

"Hazel."