Memory

Part 3

MARI
I can't believe this. I won't believe this. I can understand and speak to wolves. I can make anything I want appear. And I am riding on the back of a giant griffin. "Now explain to me in detail on who sent you. I know that the person who sent you is your master." The griffin replies with a low growl.

He was my master. There is a big rule for griffins that when we disobey our current master, we have to find another powerful master to obey. I disobeyed my old master by not killing you so automatically I have no master. But if you agree, you can become my master.
"Okay, sure I am now your new master. Make sure to obey me well. And if you do I won't make you kill anyone." I say but I whisper to myself quietly, "Yet."

I do not know my old master's real name. But his nickname is 'Poisoned Blade'. A blanket of silence and awkwardness draws over us. And for a few moments I just take in the sight of our surroundings. There is dark tall mountains pointing arrows at the sky. An arrow whizzes past us. What was that? Look! Look down below master. I look down and there were armies and armies of people in armor. Looking closer I notice that one person smacks another person's head. Hard. And the person just accepts it and they continue walking.
"Why is there so much shadow people?" I ask, still watching the shadow people.
There are so much shadow people because I did not obey my old master. So now I am not allowed to come back. But I don't care anymore, because you are my master and you told me to take you to him.

"At least I know that you are going to be loyal to me." I say and while wrapping myself in my long flowing black cape I think to myself, 'not like others I have meet.'

JOSH

Tired and hungry I walk into my one roomed wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere. Well, not really in the middle of nowhere it's in a forest. Putting my shoes away I open my mini-fridge and take out a coke. I take a look at around my home. Big bed, a clock, mini-fridge, a wooden work desk with a vase and wilted flowers, a picture of my parents smiling and hugging me and my two 4 year old twin siblings, Jenna, and Jake. This picture was taken just a few years before the big accident. That killed everyone but me. Tired I walk to my bed and without taking off my dirty clothes I fall onto the bed and fall asleep. Later in the night I woke to the howl of a wolf pack. 2:00pm. That was to be expected living in a cabin in the forest. But something seemed off. I hear a different howl, almost like a whimper and then I hear a loud thump against my door. I quickly rush to my window that is close to door. Looking out I see the girl that I have followed a few days ago crumpled at the front of the door. I open the door and I pick her up gently. Is she okay? What is she doing here? Didn't she leave to see that guy? I'm not jealous, just surprised I say to myself. Looking at her closer I notice that she still has her reapers clothes on, but is now drenched with red blood that I hoped that was not hers. But I was proved wrong when I placed her on my bed, and she moaned and her eyebrows pinched together with pain. Looking even closer I see dark blue bruises dotting her flat stomach under her ripped shirt. I notice that there is a ton of blood coming ou , I carefully turn her over, and there is a bullet hole right in here back. I gasp loudly. There is also a long gash across her thigh that starts at her knee and disappears under her mini-skirt that looks like a knife cut. I lean close to her mouth and hear her trying to breath, but instead it sounds like she is suffocating. My eyes widen when I touch her forehead. I feel power pulling me into her head. When I open my eyes again I am in a big house almost a mansion. Walking to one room I see a little girl playing with her dolls. She has black hair that is pulled into two messy pony tails. But her eyes are a pleasant blue. I find that odd for some reason. The room disappears and now I am standing next to the little girl waiting at a big door. A couple come in, her mom and dad I presume. She runs up to the man and yells happily,
"Daddy!" I feel warmth spread from my fingertips and up to my heart. But than her dad reaches his hand as back as he can and swings. His blow connects with his daughters face. She flies back and her head hits the white wall behind her with a loud thump. I glance back at the man and he says to his daughter,
"How many times do I have to tell you!? Do not come out of your room when I bring people over! You're just like your mother! Stay out of the way! Good thing she isn't here anymore. And soon you won't be here as well." An evil grin spreads across his face. From the time he hit her I instantly hated him. I look at the little girl and she say in a whisper so low and quiet that only I heard since I was standing right next to her,