Why is he asking if I remember anything about him? Isabella thought, making a confused look but instantly regretted it when he said, "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said--never mind. The point was, do you remember anything else? So that I know how much I need to tell you." He looked down as he said this, almost like he was sort-of embarrassed. And that bugged her. What did he know that she didn't? She decided to save that question for sometime later.
"I really don't remember anything else, Owen." she replied.
"Okay...For now, I'll just tell you a little bit more about Dalemark."
She nodded, and they both locked eyes with each other as he began.
"In our whole Mythical World, we have twelve smaller worlds. I'm not going to say the names right now...but we have something called a Realm Keeper.." he said, pulling out the tiny watch-clock sort of thing she had seen when they came to Dalemark.
"Everyone has one except the elves who live in the Lost Cities, because they use Leapmasters and Imparters and stuff. Anyways, every single world has a watchword, and--"
She reacted with a confused look, and he continued on, saying that "A watchword is basically a password. You have to know the password to the world to get into a different world, unless you are from that world."
"Why is that?"
"I don't actually know. It's just always been like that..."
"Oh..."
"Anyways, no one can change a world's watchword either. This is made so that villains from the four bad worlds can't get into our six good worlds."
She nodded, recognizing the world watchword from something. But she kept a straight face, cueing Owen to carry on.
He pointed to his Realm Keeper again, and said, "If this flashes green, that means someone is calling you. And you can see them through the screen as they talk to you."
Her brain immediately translated his words into the simple phrase known as a video call.
He stood up, and walked to her desk in the corner. He opened the first drawer, pulling out another Realm Keeper.
"Is that mine?" she asked curiously, walking up to him.
"Yeah," he responded, handing it to her.
And when his palm touched her fingers, a tingly feeling in her fingers erupted into something that felt like a breeze had whisked her off her feet, into an imposing feeling of happiness and friendship, pulling her mind through to the images of a girl and boy holding hands and watching the sunset as they leaned on each other. It gave her an answer. It wasn't friendship--it was much, much more.
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