Amnesia

Chapter 20 Ginger

I could not contain my excitement. I pushed my way forward to get to my friend. I got a lot of disapproving looks from higher ups. I ignored them, seeing Apple the only thing on my mind.

I smiled at her once I saw her clearly. She noticed me and smiled, dismounting her horse. The others followed suit, standing somewhat protectively around her. I cautiously approached her, worried about what the others would do as a result.

'Apple, thank God you are okay.'

She blinked, confused, 'Ginger, right?'

I nodded, 'Yes.'

She smiled, 'I appreciate your enthusiasm.'

'Um... thank you?'

Apple laughed, 'You are one interesting girl, Christmas.'

'Christmas?'

'Sorry, it is just that you have red hair and green eyes.'

I groaned, 'I know. No need to rub it in.'

'You do not like being called Christmas.'

'Not really.'

'I apologise. I did not know."

'It is okay, Apple. I knew that there would be things that I would need to tell you again because you would not remember.'

Aspen pushed through the crowd, standing next to me, looking at Apple, 'Hello, dear friend. Come with me. I will show you to our cabin. You and I share a cabin. Gin and Heaven share one. There are only two people per cabin.'

Apple nodded, 'Alright. Show me to the cabin then, please.'

'Can I come too?' I asked.

'Of course, Gin. You were the most worried about Apple. I would assume that you would wish to spend as much time with her as possible.'

I smiled as Asp led Apple through the camp. Telling her... well reminding her of what everything was. Apple did not realise what the need of training arenas were for. Asp said nothing, probably wishing to have Apple's memories of this to return on their own.

Apple looked at everything in awe. She was very intrigued by everything around her. She seemed generally interested in the camp itself. She walked over to the weaponry and grabbed a sword. She seemed to hold it the same way she always had. Maybe things are slowly coming back to her.

She walked over to the dummy set up in the arena. She got into a fighting stance, holding the sword horizontally in front of her face. She lunged at the dummy, slicing at it. She jumped gracefully, landing on the dummy's back, holding the sword to the neck.

After, she grabbed a slightly smaller weapon. A dagger. She went back over to the dummy. She ran passed it, going up the tree behind it, flipping off. Again, she landed on it's back, holding the blade to it's side.

'Well well well. Look who decided to return,' a voice growled.

We all turned to face our guest. Mister Alastair Ambrose. Apple's eyes narrowed and she growled when she saw him. I wonder if she remembers him at all. It sure seems like she does by her reaction. Though, it could just be my false hope.

Mister Alastair Ambrose stalked in, over to the amnesiac, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. She stood, ready to attack if needed, holding the dagger out in front of her. He smirked, as if not frightened by her. I knew the truth though. He was terrified. Terrified that she would kill him, regaining control of the camp for her family.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, Jett. He gave a reassuring smile as if telling me that everything would be okay. I was not too sure about that. If Mister Alastair Ambrose took out his sword, Apple was in trouble, as she only held a dagger. I was worried that he would kill her to make sure she could never be the head of ACCA again.