She woke up at 6 in the morning and walked into the kitchen and prepared breakfast, which was bacon and eggs. She also made her cat a nice breakfast too, because she knew, very well, that she would miss him. 
I stir the eggs, and flip the bacon. Fluffles walks into the kitchen and I put the small breakfast I prepared him on the floor. He padded over and starts eating it. I smile down at him, knowing that this will be one of my last times feeding him.
"What's for breakfast?" Mylo asks, from the doorway.
"Bacon and eggs." I answer. Mylo walks to the table and sits.
"Yum." Fluffles stops eating and trots over to Mylo.
"He likes you." I say.
"Does he?" Mylo asks, and picks up the cat.
"He does, I never really get that attention." I reply, then poke the bacon with the spatula. 
"Do you need help?" He asks.
"No, I'm okay." I reply, then rush to the eggs to stir them again. 
"I can help." He adds.
"No, I really don't need it." Mylo stands and sets Fluffles down in the floor. 
"I'm going to help you."
"No." I whine, really needing his help, but not wanting it. 
"You need my help." He mimics my whiny tone and runs to the smoking bacon. 
They both made breakfast and ate it. Hazel went and changed into some day clothes, and got emotionally prepared to send her cat away. She walked through the worn doorway and to the old living room where Mylo was playing with Fluffles.
"C'mere Fluffles." I say, he glances at me and goes back to scratching Mylo's hands.
"He likes me more than you." Mylo teases. I roll my eyes.
"I raised him." I sit next to Mylo, who was crouching.
"Don't be jealous." He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me.
"I'm not." I say.
"Jealous!" He sings, and nuzzles his face into Fluffles. "It's okay you're my favorite, too." He coos to Fluffles.
"You're all so rude." 
"Should we go now?" He asks, in a more serious tone.
"Yeah..." I answer, letting my tone also drop to seriousness.
They left the house, and she locked it behind her. They walked in mostly silence, other than Mylo occasionally talking to Fluffles. The two also got a few stares and glances, because of Mylo's silver and dark eyes, but they ignored the eyes that bore into them. Once they arrived at the shelter, Mylo handed the cat over to the front desk lady. Then left immediately after, He led Hazel to his house, which was pretty small, but bigger than Hazel's. They went inside, and went to train. Mylo taught her how to hold a sword and how to use it correctly, after that ,he trained her how to fight, and all that stuff. They trained for 3 days before he decided she was ready.
"What's next?" I ask, out of breath, Mylo was still stepping on my wrists after the last duel. 
"You're done." He replies, looking down at me. The key dangling at least a foot above my face. He eventually steps off my wrists, leaving me lying on the floor. I sit up, and caress my sore-ish wrists. 
"What do we do now?" I ask.
"I wanna show you my past. If you're comfortable with it, you can show me your's, too." He replies.
"Yeah, it'll only be fair." I say. He takes his key off and puts it into the air, like he did before.
"Vigata Mylw!" He yells, then twists the key, which unlocks another portal. "Nobody will see us, that's a thing that happens in the past. So don't be tempted to screw anything up." He explains then, pulls me up and into the portal.
Once inside the portal, I look around at the room, The walls are plastered with a dainty flower wallpaper. The floor is wood but covered with a white rug, there's a love-seat and a chair, with a lit fireplace in front of them.
"Mama! Mama!" I look at Mylo, who's looking at the dark haired woman on the love-seat. A small boy with equally hair runs into the room, holding a duckling in his hands. There's no doubt, that's Mylo.
"Well look at that." Her voice was smooth and melodious. She took the duckling out of Mylo's hands.
"Can we keep it?" He squeaks. 
"No, it has it's own family." Older Mylo walks behind the couch and looks at the woman more closely.
"Why not?" Young Mylo asks, sadly.
"Because it has to go to dinner, now please put it back." The woman explains.
"Okay..." He trots off, and then everything goes white. I look back over at Mylo, who seems elated. 
"That woman was my mom." He explains, smiling.
"Why is everything wh-" I was cut off by a room appearing, this time we were in a kitchen. Or at least that's what it looks like. There's a fridge, oven, toaster, microwave, everything you'd usually find in a kitchen, the walls are white and the floor was the same wood as in the dainty living area. A man is here along with the woman. Who is grasping her stomach, gasping for air. The man is holding a knife, which is covered in blood. A still young, but older Mylo runs into the room. 
"I heard a scream what's happening?" He asks, his voice is deeper now, but not as deep as it is now. His mother, also known as the woman, collapses on the floor, dead. The man, who is probably his dad, drops the knife. "What did you do?!" Young Mylo runs for the knife and grabs it in his left hand. "What did you do!?" He screams.
"Put the knife down, son." His father coaxes.
"Don't call me son." Tears are slipping down his cheeks.
"Put the knife down." The man talks, slowly and carefully.
"You killed my mom! What the heck is wrong with you?" Young Mylo screams. I glance over at older Mylo, who looks to be studying the way his younger self talks and moves. 
"Put the knife down, please." The man says fearfully. Younger Mylo charges at his father with the knife, and pushes it straight into his chest. The man fell over and Mylo started stabbing him repeatedly, in what seems to be a blind rage. Older Mylo takes his key off and gets ready to change times again. Younger Mylo finishes off his dad, and falls in the mixing blood of both of his parents, he was sobbing. 
"Do you know your name in any different languages?" Mylo asks.
"In Galician, it's Aveleira." I reply, he pushes the key in the air like usual and shouts.
"Vigeta Aveleira!" A door opens and we both walk in. We're greeted with the outside of my big childhood home. There are trees surrounding the property, and I know for a fact, that after those trees, there are soy fields, for miles and miles.
"They're almost home honey, I promise." My mom says, looking down at my younger self. Young me was jumping in excitement.
"You're a cute kid." Mylo says.
"Thanks, I guess." I continue watching. Younger me starts jumping once again.
"Calm down!" My mom says, she grabs my hand. The yellow bus comes into sight, I feel a smile coming onto my face as my younger self notices it. 
"Lookie Mommy!" Younger me rips her hand out of my mom's grasp, and runs to the now parked bus. My older brothers, Noah and Benjamin get off. Younger me runs and jumps onto Noah, knocking him over. Everything went white once again. Another memory showed up.
"Making my way downtown walking fast faces past and I'm home bound!" My blonde friend yells.
"Buh dunanananana, and I need you." We were walking down the lengthy halls of our elementary school. We were seven and having a sleepover.
"Doodododo and I miss you."
"AND NOW I WONDER!" We yell together, laughing. 
"Girls, be quiet." A teacher sternly says, from across the halls.
"You two are weirdos." Mylo whispers to me. Younger me yells back to the teacher.
"Sorry, just excited!" My blonde friend and I ran to get our bags. 
"Crap..." I whisper remembering what happens, this night. Both me and my friend walk out of the school, and hop in my mother's white mini. 
"You okay?" Mylo whispers back. The memory cut out, for a split second, then returned in my room. My younger self and my friend, were dancing. 
"This is the best sleepover I've ever had." My friend, who's name I recall is Elizee, says.
"Yeah, me too." Younger me yawns.
"No, don't be tired." Elizee shouts. She spritzes young me in the face with gross smelling perfume. We were both in our matching pajamas.
"That's Elizee." I whisper to Mylo, who nods. 
"Did you see Garrett today?" Elizee asks.
"Yeah." We both start laughing. Which is cut off a minute later by my mom screaming.
"What was that?" Elizee asks.
"I don't know." Young me responds. We both sit in fear for a minute which is broken by a man bursting into the room. He was wearing all black, he had his hood up, and a painter's mask covered his face. He was wielding a bloody knife. Younger me runs to the window and opens it, pulling Elizee out. We both climbed down, while me and Mylo followed them. The man in black also climbed out of the window, and started to chase us. We both ran into the neighboring soy fields. Elizee started to slow down. I kept running, not wanting to face a treacherous doom. Elizee got caught. She howled, not wanting to die. Younger me made the mistake of turning around to look. Elizee was already getting stabbed to death, so I continued running. 
"Oh my gosh..." Mylo whispers. I felt tears streaming down my face.
"Can we leave?" I ask. He nods.
"Reira!" He unlocks the portal to the present.