"Come on, hurry up! You take forever!" I groaned.
"Well, I am sorry, but my father is really pushy to talk to me."
"I thought he kicked you out of Hell."
"He did."
"Then why is he wanting to talk to you?"
"Do not worry about it."
I rolled my eyes. I swear, he does not know how to survive without his father telling him what to do. He does not have a mind of his own. He came back to us with a girl with red hair and black eyes. Who is she?
"Sorry, Apple. This is my little sister, Fiona. She wishes to spend some time in the mortal world. I figured that you would not mind having another girl on the quest. You are the only female, so she may be a good thing."
"Hello, Apple. I am Fiona. It is lovely to meet you, finally."
"Likewise."
"She will not be spending the entire time with us, only a day or two."
I nodded. Fiona rode on a black horse with a white star on his forehead. She rode her horse over to mine and stood it next to me. Sébastien leaned over to me, a confused look upon his face.
"What, in the world, is going on?"
I shrugged, "As if I have any idea. I am not sure how good two children of Satan will be."
I suggest you be nice to Fiona.
Ugh, not you again. Have I not told you to stop talking to me.
I am a part of you that you can never get rid of.
Of course, why not? Why should I be nice to Fiona?
She will let her emotions run her, meaning that she will attack you if you upset her.
Great, really great that is. Just what we need.
Well, she is quite nice when you get to know her.
How would you know that? You are me and I am pretty sure that I have never met her.
I am just assuming as most people are nice when you get to know them.
Right... so what do you think these next few days will be like?
Really?
What?
You are really asking me my thoughts? How considerate.
Well, what do you think?
I think that they will be interesting. You may make a new friend. You may really enjoy Fiona's company.
And this is why I never ask you for you opinion. You always say stuff that is completely wrong.
You are just jealous of me, because I am not afraid to speak my mind.
Go away.
"Um... Apple? Are you okay? You look ready to kill someone," Fiona stated.
I looked at the red-headed demon, "Are you really Angel's sister? You look nothing like him."
She laughed, "Yes, I know. I am his sister, even if we look nothing alike."
"The only way you look alike is your hair colour is his eye colour and your eye colour is his hair colour."
She laughed even more, "Then our brother, Jett, is the odd one out, he has brown hair and amber eyes. Though he and Angel look like they are related."

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Amnesia
FantasiaAmnesia can be a pain. Even more so when your amnesia can be the cause of your demise. In nineteenth century France and England, a teenage girl struggles with having amnesia while away from her home. She must venture on horseback with a French boy a...