Fraiser seemed to yell at me for what seemed to be forever but I didn't pay attention. I'd close my eyes for a while then open them up for a bit only to scan my surrounding to see if anything interesting was happening. When Fraiser finally stopped talking I turned my head to the side as he stomped away, I turned to the guard he knew I wasn't listening so the guard shook it's head and sat next to the tree he looked at the sword and gestured to it knowing I was looking at him, he still didn't know what happened.

I guess Fraiser rambled on about something that wasn't even about what had happened.  I leaned back against the tree and stared at the remaining crowd of 6 to 8 people still standing there watching my every move. I leaned back and closed my eyes trying to stop the headache that was caused by the Lord and his rambling.

I had my eyes closed for a couple of minutes, I was still conscious so I could here the quiet mumbling of passing by people. Then I heard a clunk on the ground, it sounded like metal so I opened my eyes just to check if anything was planning an attack but there was nothing in my vision so I looked down to where the guard was he had deep blue hair and fairly pale skin I couldn't see his facial features from above so I just starred at him for a second or 2 before I heard. Snoring? Yep he was snoring, looked like he was tired cause he crashed on the ground so I left him there.

I decided to get out of the tree but before I left for the forest I carved in the tree 'Don't come looking for me I'll be back soon enough.'  You're probably wondering why I wrote I would come back when I had the chance to escape? Or why I even notified them of my departure? Well I'll tell you why they would come charging through the forest and disrupt the peace just to look for me how I know this I may be dangerous for all they know so I had to do that my only hope was that they trusted me enough to actually come back.

I started walking in the forest I was looking for a certain place that I hadn't visited in awhile which I felt bad about. I didn't pay respect to those who passed on for awhile now so better sooner then later. The sunset was getting washed away as I wandered through the forest listening to all the calm noises so quiet and in sync. As I was coming close to my destination I heard a snapping noise of a dead twig, I swung myself around and looked for the thing guilty of breaking the branch. As I turned around I finished to face the face that looked oh so familiar but I couldn't tell why. I stared at him, knowing we were alone I spoke freely "Why are you following me?" I calmly asked not wanting to cause a commotion "Why are you heading towards the 'ghost town'?" He fired back at me still keeping his voice low. Ghost town was that what they call the village that died trying to fight off attackers "Minding my own business" I snapped  back sounding a bit aggravated than before, I turned around and continued to my destination. Leaving him to follow or retreat.

I arrived at a crumbled wall and charred gates. Drifting my finger tips up the charred gates the rough scratchy feeling of the rusted gates made me feel some what home sick. I walked around the crumbled wall and charred gates as I entered the village all I could see was carnage of a fire that none could stop, the buildings burnt, the ground still black and everything was covered in a thin layer of ash. I walked past the once flourished city, you may be wondering why I am here and why I haven't started looking around for survivors well it's because this was my childhood home I was there when it flourished and there when it burnt onto it's desolated self it is now.

I walked around for a minute turned off and walked a bit onto the forest on a self made track. I followed and reached a small house but it was in as bad a state as the village but some of it's walls were crumbled but still noticeable. I walked through a burnt archway that lead into a living room then turned to enter the remains of an adult bedroom you entered a room up the back of the house it was a child's room, my room when I was a child. I walked over to what looked like a bed I sat on it but felt a few chunks of wall so I swept it off and sat down I leaned my head forward and rested it on my hands I must've not noticed I was crying because when I looked up my hands were wet, I felt the cold stream of tears start falling from my cheeks and made the bed I sat on damp.

I let my tears fall until I heard a clutter of crumbled wall fixing it self after rolling. I looked up staring at a fazed out figure from my puffy eyes and the tears still welling up I could only just focus when he started walking towards me slowly and calmly, it was the guy from before the one that followed me here. I hushed my crying and calmed down a bit even though I felt like breaking down I couldn't show my weaknesses to a stranger, not again. "Why are you crying?" His voice soft but a bit shaky, was he crying? "Wouldn't you like to know!" I said sarcastically as I stood up and faced a part of the room which was covered in some debris. "Yes, actually I would like to know why you are crying it's not like any of this relates to you!" Those last words snapped in half when they reached my brain, I walked over to the debris and shoved it to the side as I uncovered a small music box. It looked a bit scratched up but it could probably still work. I placed it on the bed and walked to the dining room where some decorations still lay having barely survived the fire.

I walked over to a burnt couch and grabbed a toy like animal from it and walked back to the room where the guy stood watching me carefully. I sat down and placed the doll sitting on my lap facing forward and placed the music box on my knees.

Opening the music box a little note was held by a ballerina that was inside I found the arm and started to turn it as a slow but sweet tune played. I closed my eyes as they felt like the entire world was weighing on them slowly but unconsciously I fell asleep in front of a person who will do who knows what to me.

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