I wake up to see Donovan staring at me with wide eyes. I follow his gaze to my newfound scar. I finger it gingerly, hissing slightly and pulling away when my scar begins to sting again.

"Do you know how you got that scar?" the male Sovereign asks me.

I shake my head. "No... do you know?" I ask him.

"I think it had something to do with a dark blue crystal," Donovan says, frowning in thought. "But I can't remember what exactly."

"How long have you been awake?" I question, noticing the dark circles underneath Donovan's eyes.

"I have no idea," Donovan admits. "But I know that it's been a long time- maybe since last night. I saw the light of the sunrise." He yawns, but it seems like he's still refusing to go to sleep for even a little bit. I look at him sympathetically- he really shouldn't have come with me. Then he wouldn't be going through through this as well.

I sigh. "Please go to sleep at least," I say softly. "I'll try to find something out."

Donovan nods reluctantly after a few seconds. Before he can reply, his eyelids are closed and the male Sovereign's snoring quietly. I'm about to turn away when Donovan says, "Good thing you remember me now, Fitz. I don't think Sophie or any of us can handle you having no memories..."

My eyes widening, I turn around to face him, but Donovan's already asleep in actuality. Smiling softly at the mention of my friends, I lean back against the cool, metal wall, not understanding what Donovan meant by me not remembering him. Why wouldn't I remember him or anyone else?

Suddenly, I hear some footsteps nearing me. I glance up to see Fitton staring down at me, a sneer on his face. "I'm Fitton, for about the third time," he remarks coldly, glaring down at me like I'm a piece of rubbish.

I give him such a disgusted look at he steps back, slightly taken aback. "I know," I seethe. "You've thrown me in a wall enough times to remember- even if I had a concussion."

"Then why'd you forget everything for a while?" Fitton asks arrogantly.

"I didn't forget everything," I snap, secretly trying to convince myself the same thing. Fitton only smirks more when I sigh in defeat. Glaring at him, I stand up slowly. "What happened?" I hiss, making sure that I don't wake Donovan up, even though I feel like that won't be a problem.

Fitton thinks for a moment. "You're allergic to nebmentia," he says bluntly, taking me aback at how quickly he told me that. Smirking at my shocked reaction, he adds, "That's how you got your scar. Remember that cluster of powerful nebmentia that you managed to stop from hitting you?"

I roll my eyes at him. "That is, until you shot me simultaneously with the tzanion and more nebmentia," I comment bitterly. I then turn to glance down at the sleeping Sovereign. "Is that why Donovan doesn't seem to be remembering some things? Like how he knew what nebmentia looked like, but he didn't know the name."

I can't help but smirk in a way so I'm reflecting Fitton's arrogance when I see his surprise at my spot-on conclusions. I then say, "I feel like there's something else that has to do with my scar. What is it?"

Fitton becomes so rigid that if I didn't know any better, I would've mistaken him for a statue. Yet for some insane reason, the maniac decides that trying to shoot me with more nebmentia is a good idea. I barely have time to grab each piece that's being shot at me by Fitton's blasted crossbow-gun.

When I feel my telekinesis beginning to thin out as I hold the ten pieces of nebmentia without them being combined together. I try to think of any other solutions to no avail. Sighing, I use my telepathic abilities to create a cluster of nebmentia like I did before, glad that my telekinesis is feeling stronger. Fitton fired more nebmentia at me, which I safely avoid by blocking it with my large group of the dark blue crystal. And before long, I can feel my telekinesis thinning out again, causing the mass of dark blue to slowly inch towards me. I can see Fitton's face flash with some remorse when he looks at my scar, but it's quickly diminished into anger and determination to make me forget again.

Which I won't.

My vision is so bright that it becomes white. I can feel some sort of unnatural power surging through me, my mind becoming so much stronger. I hear a scream/growl escape my lips before I increase the power of my telekinesis, sending the nebmentia back to the person who tried to "give" it to me in the first place.

As the screams of Fitton Galster echo in my mind, my vision begins to clear up back to normal. I find myself dropping to my knees, my head pounding as if I'm bleeding to death with every second. My eyesight spots with black until I can see properly through the migraine.

After taking a few deep breaths to regain my composure, I finally look up to see Fitton unconscious. His chest is moving so subtly that I almost mistook it for him not breathing. I stumble over to Fitton and place two fingers to his neck, sighing in relief when I feel a strong pulse. When I almost fall over my own two feet from my lightheadedness, I decide to stay where I am until I'm able to actually move without being an involuntary klutz.

Once I can gather whatever consciousness I have after whatever the heck just happened moments before, I glance over see Donovan with wide eyes again. "Oh no," I mutter under my breath. "Please tell me that I didn't wake you up."

Donovan shrugs, looking over at Fitton's unconscious body. "No, but he did," the male Sovereign admits, making me cringe as the sounds of his screams echo in my head again. Donovan furrows his eyebrows when he sees my expression, probably because he can see the sheer confusion on my face on what I just did. "Hold on," he suddenly says, putting his hands up. "Do you even know what you did?"

I shake my head. "I couldn't see anything," I admit. "But the white began to clear up once I heard Fitton's screams. And when I can see again, I see him unconscious."

"Well, for starters, you're the one who knocked him out," Donovan states.

I roll my eyes, "No kidding, Sherlock."

Rolling his own eyes, the male Sovereign points to the cluster of nebmentia. "And those..?" he inquires.

"He was trying to make me forget again, and I wouldn't let him," I reply nonchalantly, shrugging.

Noticeably impressed, Donovan then asks, "Is he dead?"

I shake my head, "I checked for his pulse- he's alive."

Donovan nods in comprehension. After he eyes Fitton suspiciously, he sits down again. He sighs, leaning against the metal wall. When the male Sovereign still sees me standing solemnly, he pats the area next to him. Sighing myself, I trudge over and sit next to him.

"The door's wide open," I say. "Shouldn't we get out while we have the chance?"

Donovan shakes his head. "I don't either of us know where their boats and ships are being kept," he says. "The people who caught me told me that we'd have to cross the sea if we manage to escape."

"The guards that caught me just slammed me into the ground before shooting me with tzanion," I say bitterly. "You got lucky," I add sarcastically, earning some chuckles from the male Sovereign. After a moment of silence passes between us, I get up. "Sitting around isn't going to do us much anyways," I tell him.

"And you being on the brink of passing out is even less helpful," Donovan retorts. "Dude, you should look in a mirror. You're face is so pale that people may think that you're dead."

"Ha, ha. Very funny," I say sarcastically, even though I know that he has a point.

Running a hand through my hair, I sigh and look around the room for anything. My eyes then fall onto Fitton's weapons. Smirking slightly, I grab the prostrator, but I can't find the crossbow-gun anywhere. Frowning at this, I look some more and still don't see any trace of it. Instead, I find a large box with many golden yellow crystals that are cut to look like stars. "Tegalla," I whisper, my mind making the connection almost instantly.

Donovan, who must've been looking over my shoulder the entire time, asks, "What the heck is that? Is that a crystal or something?" He then looks at the box. "He also had tegalla stars? Man, how many weapons could he carry?"

I stare at him in shock. "How do you know about this?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I don't know how to explain it," he admits. "But it's like it kind of... clicked. Maybe it's because of my techno powers."

"I know how that feels," I comment. "But long story short, tegalla is a crystal that can be used to paralyze someone."

Donovan smiles more. "That explains why people are said to be paralyzed once they're hit with these," he says mischievously as he takes the box from me.

Suddenly, a guard rushes into the room, probably after hearing the screams of Fitton. I'm about to pull the prostrator out to shoot him when Donovan quickly chucks a tegalla star at the guard, hitting him squarely in the chest. The guard screams and falls over, twitching the slightest due to the tegalla.

Donovan grabs my arm and pulls me out the door. "Let's get out of here," he says before throwing another tegalla star at an unsuspecting guard who was just turning around the corner.

Smirking slightly, I say sarcastically, "I thought you didn't know where to find the boats or ships," as I shoot three different guards with the prostrator.

Donovan rolls his eyes as we make our way down the hallway. "We can always ask for directions," he remarks.