The Remembrance

Chapter Eight

He didn't know what amazed him more. The fact he just relived what he thought was death, or the fact that his father had died while he daydreamed. Chase was astonished and embarrassed. It was around nine o'clock at night, when he crawled into his bed. Chase was in no mood to socialize with his siblings. They did the same. When Chase got his memories back, George and Chloe did as well. They must have wanted some alone time too.

Chase sobbed quietly and just lay there. He didn't change his cloths or take a shower. He just lay there. Unwilling to do anything for him, Lilliana, who had been watching from a peephole, went to the room Chase showed her the night before. His cries became sniffles as he slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of cheering woke Chase from his sleep. It was ten in the morning. He sat up in his bed and looked around for the source. It got louder now. Whatever it was, it was getting closer to his house. Chase crawled out of bed, and in the same cloths as the day before, he walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

He was hungry. Chase never ate the day before at all. He was so caught up in what was happening that he forgot to eat something that morning. As he put two pastries into the toaster, the cheers got to their highest point in volume. Annoyed, Chase stomped out his front door to find the source of the cheers.

In the middle of the street was a giant armored parade float. It was a weird thing to look at. It was obviously a tank that had decorations draped on it in order to make it look less threatening. But right on top stood General Camille.

Chase looked at his phone and saw that the date was March 6. It was already Saturday.

Lilliana came to the door rubbing her eyes in a bath robe. Her hair was a mess, and she didn't exactly look good enough to be shown in public. "Why is there a parade this early," she whined. "I want to go to bed."

As she looked at the person riding the float, she immediately freaked out. Chase was shoved up the stairs to get his belongings. "Why do I have to get my stuff," he questioned.

"You dunce don't you know why we're meeting with Camille?"

"So I could learn more about my background," he countered. "Since I got my memory back, I don't need to meet her right?"

"Are you stupid. General Camille can take you to the school of under aged Thunder Gods. It's a school for Thunder Gods that are thirteen to eighteen years old. She can get you in so that you can learn how to control those funky powers of yours."

Chase just stared blankly as she replied quickly, "I'll tell Rogue and Fairy Godmother. Go get everything you need. The school is a couple hundred miles away from here."

The tone Lilliana used was so controlling that Chase did exactly what she said. There was one thing he hated though, "Don't call George and Chloe that, Lilliana."

"Whatever," she yelled back as she grabbed for the phone.

Chase went to his room and had a little fit. He didn't want to leave Harrison. Even though he didn't belong here he didn't want to, but Haden would have cared to differ. Instead of waiting for Lilliana to come back mad, Chase decided to pack his stuff.

"Alright," he thought out loud. "I should grab some of these and these." He was taking numerous hygienic items from his bathroom. Then he went to grab his phone and other stuff like that. He put it all in his backpack he was supposed to carry school books in.

Right before he could get his travel bag to put more stuff in, Lilliana burst in with a smile on her face. "Lets go buddy," she said. "They already got over the facts, and both plan to meet us at Freedom Dock. Apparently that's where Camille is headed."