I walked around the camp six years after the death of Alastair Ambrose. There were a ton of new children that were brought here by Apple's friends, Blaise, Gian, Ginger, Heaven, Kane, Aspen, Kai, Artemis, Eros, and Colton.
Apple and Sébastien have done well leading the camp. People seemed to like their schedule better than Alastair Ambrose's. They were less tired than they had been under the Ambrose reign.
Apple and Sébastien married when they turned eighteen. I am still trying to get over that. I think Blaise is too. They had a son about a year after and named him Jaques. He has Sébastien's hair colour with highlights of blonde, and Apple's eyes, meaning they change colour. They had me be the godfather for some odd reason. Ginger is the godmother.
Heaven and Kane married a year after Alastair's death. They have a daughter about four named Coryn. Since Heaven and Kane look very similar, their daughter looks like both of them.
Ginger and Gian married two years ago. They have a year old son named Vince. I asked if it were short for Vincent. No, just Vince. He has his mother's red hair and freckles and his father's silver eyes and tan skin.
Aspen and Kai married right after Apple and Sébastien. They have a three year old son named Octavius. Everytime I hear the name, I think of the horse Sébastien rode when we brought Apple home. He has his mother's brown hair and his father's purple eyes.
Artemis and Eros have yet to marry. They plan to sometime in the future. They wish to have a daughter and name her Malani. I have no idea why they wish to name their daughter after my mother, but what can I do?
About a year after Apple took over ACCA, a new girl was brought in. She was about fifteen and took quite the liking to Colton. He felt the same way and they are going to marry one day as well. Her name is Alanah and she has jet black hair with a blueish hue and cat green eyes.
Blaise has not taken a liking to anyone new to ACCA. He works in the armoury cabin, setting children up with proper armour. He spends most of his time there, but whenever Apple and the others take a much needed break, he is one of the first to accept the invitation.
Some of the demons who were employed by Alastair ended up convicts in Hell. It is a bit odd because you would not really think that there would be criminals in Hell, but there are. Ina was definitely one of them. Fleur was as well. Jett was not. There would be a problem if he were. I was not sure who all of the were though.
I just looked around me. This place is so different, yet exactly the same. There is less of a hostile atmosphere around the camp, but everything still looks the same. Apple kept everything as was and she has been a very good leader.
I stopped in front of the leader cabin and knocked. A moment later, Apple opened the door, holding Jaques on her hip. She smiled and motioned for me to come in. I obliged and sat down at the table.
'Nice of you to join us, Angel. I have seen you around, but you never talk anymore. Is something wrong?'
'No, everything is fine. However, I must tell you that I must return to Hell. My sentence is up and I am needed by my father to control the convicts.'
'There are convicts in Hell?'
I nodded, 'I am sorry.'
'Do not apologise. Visit whenever you can.'
'Will do, Amnesiac.'
She smiled as I stood up. I left the cabin and stood in the middle of one of the empty training arenas. I closed my eyes, visualising the part of Hell I wished to go. Everything around me began spinning faster and faster and faster and faster until it stopped.
I opened my eyes and saw I was standing in the centre of my room. I sat down on my bed, defeated. I spent eighteen years trying to get Apple and failed.
I grabbed something from the side of my bed. A small, leather journal. I scanned it, stopping on the page that will show me the next person I can try on. It stopped on a girl with red-blonde hair and grey eyes.
Ashton Dawn White.

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Amnesia
FantasyAmnesia 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...