-Mark P.O.V.-

Well, that was uplifting- Hearing my friends so supportive and agreeing at a time like this...

Though, I have to ask myself... Why do I feel this uneasy.......? It was almost as if there was a traitor in our midst.... Waiting for the perfect moment to strike...

I mentally shifted my focus into  what we were gonna do... Save our friends....

That shouldn't  be too hard, right? I can hold it out...

As I walked away, I could only hope that he was right... I looked around where the message was inscribed.... A four-divoted sword? If it is a sword, it should have been found a while ago. I kept searching around the message.

And after a while, I grew a little frustrated as I kicked the tree. Causing a sword to fall out of the tree.

Turns out, it's the sword we're looking for.

-Miranda's P.O.V.-

I turned around to see my twin. But, that isn't possible. I fell through a portal and he didn't. 

"This can't be. Miranda is dead. Been dead for years. Then how come she is right in front of us?" a new voice said.

Wait... Dead?! I'm me. I'm alive obviously. Is all what I wanted to say.

"What do you mean by dead?" I inquired.

"You fell off a cliff when we were kids. Some Ylistralans cornered us on the precipice. You tried to talk your way out of it. But, alas, they managed to push you over." Mark replied.

"Ummm.... I think that there is a misunderstanding about this. I never fell off a cliff. And what is Ylistral?" I rebutted.

Mark thought for quite some time before responding. When, all of a sudden, someone approached me.

"There may actually be an explanation for this. This is NOT the same Miranda that you once knew. This may be an enemy for all we know." she said.

"And, may I ask who you are?" I asked humbly.

She sighed. "I guess that the explanation that I was thinking isn't what happened after all. The name's Alyssa." She held out her hand for a shake.

I took her hand and shook it slowly. She smiled as she turned her head. "Put away your weapons. She is not an enemy. You all can relax."

Everyone sighed as they set their weapons on the ground and fell on their bottoms.

"It truly is good to see you again." Mark smiled. And all I could do was smile nervously back at him.

-Cyrus P.O.V.-

Okay, this is NOT cool. I'm all alone in the night. And this place is not aafe in the night when your alone. I have to worry about brigands, thieves, and ghouls. Especially ghouls. My only fear in this world.

Flashback

-we see a young Cyrus playing with a young Miranda(done in third person). They are around 10-

"Hey Cyrus? Do you think I'll ever get out of this castle?" the young female asked the black-haired boy.

"Of course. If you don't, eventually I'll get you out." the boy replied, patting the girl's red hair. The small red head smiled brightly.

The boy smiled as he pulled the girl in for a bear hug.

They walked outside, in the birth of night. Only to be attacked.

And there was nobody to save them.

Flashback will continue in the next Chapter