Sky Gallery

~Chapter 12~

"Um... hello." She said. Her hair was ponytailed. She wasn't bringing anything with her.

I don't know why, but my mind was blaming her for everything. The next thing I knew, words were spilling off me like a waterfall.

"You! What was that letter about?!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Letter?" Christa said questionably.

"I can explain, Andrew." She said apologetically.

Weird. How does she know my name?

"How did you know my name? I haven't told you right? Neither did the gang, right?"

I wasn't sure about the last sentence.

"You're a transferee, right?" Gab asked. She nodded.

"Then how do you know Drew?"

She didn't reply. She was looking all over the place.

"Enough with that." Christa said. "What was the letter, Andrew?"

"Ask the girl." I said, glaring at Natalia.

She turned to Natalia, whose tears are dwelling up. We waited for her reply, but she stepped back. Then she turned around and reached for the door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Gab said reaching his hand out. I pulled away the wires connected to me then we ran after her.

She turned a corner and when we did, all we saw was dust. She vanished.

"Where..." Christa stammered. We were all panting. Then Christa faced me.

"What was that letter?"

I found it hard to say. But why? I looked at each of their faces. It all showed worry and tiredness. And it's all because of me.

"Not now." was all I said.

"What? Why not?" Maja's eyes widened. I couldn't help but feel guilty.

"It's hard to explain, Maja-"

"Do you have it? Can we read it?" Gab interrupted. I gasped audibly and stuffed my hand into my jacket pocket, and pulled it out.

Gab took it and opened it up. He began reading aloud.

" 'Try hard and remember me, mundle. You must know me by now. If not, then please have effort to do so. I am sure that I am vaguely familiar to you. Tell me who I am, and I'll explain to you.' What?"

I sat down and drowned myself in possibilities.

"Drew, what the fudge is going on?!" Patrick stormed. The gang gave him a look that meant 'Shut up, he's thinking.'

Christa sat beside me and said, "You know, the letter somewhat resembles the legend of Sky Gallery."

That hit me.

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be. Not me at least. I realized while

Christa's words echoed back.

"If the mundle is strongly wanted, the servant who will come and fetch the mundle will be Neal, the one closest to Artamiel."

"No. No way." I said. My dreams suddenly came back to me, giving me the answer.

Natalia is Neal.