She opened her eyes, and looked around at the world around her. The strange place was not familiar. Where was she? She didn't know, and every little thing scared the child.

It was like that for many, many days, until she met a boy named Kyle, and he helped her.

He told her that her name was Amada, and that he was her friend. Little did the girl know, Kyle was very different from a friend.

"Amada, this is a train, a method of transportation." Kyle said, explaining to the frightened child what it was that she was riding on.

"It moves very quickly." Amada stated, and Kyle nodded his head.

"Yes, it moves fast so that people can get from one point to another point quickly. The faster it moves, the faster you will arrive to your destination. Speaking of which, we will reach our destination in ten minutes." Kyle said.

"Where are we going this time, Kyle?" Amada asked curiously.

"No where in particular, just to a new place where we can have a fresh start. True Cross Campus Town. Perhaps I can get a job, and you can start going to school." Kyle said.

Only then did Amada remember how different her and Kyle's ages were. Her at 6 years old, and him at 14 years old.

"Destination, True Cross Campus Town Station, achieved." The recorded message said, and Amada and Kyle got off of the train.

When Amada looked around her, she was shocked to see so many buildings. "There's so many..." She said.

Then Kyle said, "Yes, that mountain of buildings is True Cross Academy. Maybe you can go there one day. You are smart enough to go there now, but I am sure that they have an age limit."

Amada smiled, happy to be praised, yet again, by Kyle, for her amount of intelligence and her large scale of understanding. Though she looked like a child, Amada did not really consider herself any different than the intelligent adult, and truly, she was smarter than that, in most ways.

"Amada, maybe you can make some friends your age here." Kyle said, and they both laughed at the joke. This was because they both knew that socially, Amada was more intellectually lacking than a goldfish.

"I wonder," Kyle said, "If we can go to the library and find some more books for you to consume. No, never mind. You wouldn't be interested in that."

"Stop teasing, and let's go. Come on, please." Amada said, and Kyle grinned as he hoisted her up into his arms, and they went to find the library.

When they arrived at the library, Amada was shocked, for she had never seen so many prizes at one place in one time.

"S-so m-many books." She said, stuttering in awe.

"Yes," Kyle said, "There are a lot of books. Now, where would you like to start looking first?"

"If you don't mind, can we go look at the books on exorcists and demons?" Amada asked, and Kyle groaned.

'Why is that the only thing that you like?" He asked, and then he said, "I mean, there is so much more to life, you know."

"Actually, I don't know." Amada said, remembering that she can not remember her past. Sometimes, she was able to sort of forget forgetting all of her memories. Sometimes, she could just pretend to be a bit more normal, even though, Amada knew that she could never be normal.

"That one, please." She said as she pointed to a book, and Kyle plucked it off the shelf, and placed it in front of her.

"Thank you, Kyle." Amada said as she quickly read through the pages. To any normal person, it would look like she was just glancing at the pictures, but Kyle knew her well.

"It says here that exorcists are people who exercise demons. The demons aren't described very well, but I 'get the picture'." Amada said, making air quotes as she did so.

"Seems like we have an interesting reader." Said a young man, who looked a few years older than Kyle, maybe sixteen. Then the young man said, "Why is a young child looking at such books? Wouldn't you enjoy the picture books much more?"

"No, actually, I am quite amused with the book that I have, thank you." Amada said.

Then the man asked, "Why do you like these books so much?"

"Because, I want to be an exorcist." Amada said, with a grin on her face, but it slowly faded as Kyle frowned.

When he saw that it was making her upset, he quickly grinned at the young man and asked, "Isn't she is quite the dreamer?"

"She certainly is." The young man said, and then he asked Kyle, "I am an exorcist, so is it alright if I answer any questions she may want to ask me?"

"Go ahead." Kyle said, trying to cheer Amada up, and, as he had predicted, it worked.

The exorcist had expected her to ask, "What do you do?" or something like "Is it scary?", but instead, she asked questions that were harder to answer.

"How do you feel when you kill a demon?" Amada asked.

Then the exorcist replied, "It makes you feel kind of sad and scared at the same time. Sad, that you actually technically killed something, and scary, because you are scared that one day, you might become a monster, just like some of the ones you kill."

Then Amada asked a simple question that he could answer easily.

"What is your name?" She asked, and he said, "My name is John Calver, or Brother Calver."

Then Amada asked, "Why did you become an exorcist?"

"Because," John said, "I wanted to protect the humans from the demons."

"But why? Let me re-phrase that. What inspired you to be an exorcist?" Amada asked.

"I guess that my father did. He was an exorcist, and he inspired me to continue his work when he passed on." Brother Calver said.

Then a phone went off, and Amada tensed up, but Brother Calver quickly excused himself, and he answered his call.

When he was done, he said, "I am sorry, but I have to go. I have a new mission, and I am going to go get a demon. Goodbye, young dreamer."

Then Amada said, "Goodbye, young exorcist."

Then they went their separate ways, and Amada and Kyle went to the apartment that Kyle had rented for them to stay at.