"And then what mommy?" the little girl asked. Viola patted her daughter's head.

"I'm getting to it, sweetie." the mother said. Clearing her throat the white haired woman continued her story.

"After he saved me, we made our way throught the forest..."

CHAPTER 2: A Friendship Only One Remembers

She agreed and told him her next location was the Free Imperial City in the territory of the Holy Roman Empire. Surprisingly that was the same place he was going to. They left the town with the full moon high in the sky and continued their way to the city. Not knowing the unseen danger that was following. About an hour of their walk the two travelers found a nice camp spot near a lake.

Viola sat, legs crossed near the edge of the lake as her escorter went to find wood for a fire. She finally decided to ask some questions when the sound of wood was heard hitting the ground.

"Who are you?"

The man looked at her. "Brandon... Why?"

"Just curious. You didn't give your name earlier. Also, you seem to have an unusual name."

"..." the man named Brandon remained quiet until the fire was done, when the fortune-teller spoke up again.

"Your not a normal person. I can feel a friendly, thrustworthy aura from you." her head slightly turned from the moon's reflection in the lake.

"So you don't remember, do you?"

"Remember what?"

He looked down for a second, then up at the stars in the clear night sky. "Me."

"Should I?"

"I was your best friend in the past."

"Anyone can make a lie..." her head was back at the water's reflection. "Especially to one that cannot remember the past."

"I'm serious."

"Sure you are," she gave a cold chuckle. "and I'm a fairy princess."

He sighed. "I can understand that you don't believe me."

"Good. Now stop with that lie. It's getting old."

He remained silent. Viola has amensia... That was the only answer to her different attitude to him. He decided to lay on his back, hands behind head, and fall asleep. The fortune teller remained quiet, going into thought.

"Is that all, Mommy?" the eight year old boy asked.

"No, no. I remember the memories of our childhood." she said softly.

"Can you tell it to us?" the three children asked. Their mother gave a small chuckle.

"Of course."

Viola's Memory 1: Violet Cecill

The fields of Europe were green as always, as the sun shined down, and the gentle breeze ran over the grass. The flowers moved from side to side as if they were practicing a dance. Two kids both share the age of 6, ran on a dirt path that came up to a farm-like town. Two major farms stood further back as the children ran past the other few homes. They reached one of the major farms and entered the yard. At the pourch of the house were two women. One had long dark brown hair with blue eyes, while the other had braided white hair and red eyes. The two kids stopped when they saw the women.

"Brandon." the dark brown haired woman called. The six year old boy ran up to his mother's side.

The white haired woman looked at her daughter. "Viola." she said. The little girl went up to her mother's side. "Stellar, thanks again for the help."

"No problem, Violet." the dark brown haired woman known as Stellar said. They both gave their goodbyes and Stellar headed back to her house with Brandon.

"Hey mom." the small brown haired child looked up. "What did you help Mrs. Cecill with?"

"Just some lifting."

Violet entered her house with Viola following close. "Hey Viola. Mind if I ask ya a question?"

"Go ahead mommy."

"Do you like Brandon?"

"Yes."

Her mother giggled. "More then a friend I meant."

"Do you reckon I'm suppose to say yes?"

"Maybe."

Viola followed her mother into the kitchen and sat at the table. "Say mommy, why did you ask me that question?"

"I don't know. Just curious I guess."

Brandon sat up, gripping the area where his heart is. Viola was still sitting by the edge of the lake as he awoke.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Y-Yeah. But...feel a bit of heart burn." Brandon replied. "How long was I asleep?"

"Ten minutes."

"Just ten minutes? Geez." he looked up at the sky. "Do you want to get moving again?"

The fortune teller stood up as Brandon did the same. He put out the fire and the two made their way to the forest path again and continued to walk. The night was silent, as only their footsteps gave off noise. But that peaceful simi-silence was broken by the sound of clashing metal. The two could see two dark figures in the distance and the brunet put his arm out in front of Viola. He slowly walked towards the side where the bushes were, with the white haired woman following. Staying hidden in the bushes, the two moved a little more towards the fight. They could now get a clearer look at the two figures. One was a very big and muscular; and the other was a small, skinner guy. The big guy grabbed his opponent and unleashed a volley of punches until the other guy's mouth area was covered in his own blood. He let go and watched the smaller guy crawl away.

"Your trying to crawl away. Bring me that ass!" he grabbed the guy's left butt cheek and dragged him back.

"Please! I mean no harm!"

"No. I'll show you harm." he unzipped his pants. "Look at this dick!"

The smaller guy screamed.

"Yes. And it's over you."

Brandon was about to charge in, but Viola stopped him. "What are you doing?" he whispered. She didn't reply.

"Please! I don't mean any harm!" the weaker guy begged for his freedom.

"No! You were going to break my gear. Now I'm going to break your ass!" he pulled down his opponent's pants and thrusted his manhood forward. Screams of pain now filled the silent forest.

The fortune teller kept getting Brandon to stay where he was. She had a reason, but she wasn't going to tell him. After having enough the brunet wrapped his hands around her wrist to stop her from keep him. He gave her a glare.

"Why are you not letting me help?" he whispered to her. This glare...she suddenly felt sorrow in her. Viola was use to getting a lot of glares, but this was different.

She opened her mouth to whisper out the words. "Trust me."

Brandon loosened his grip around her wrists, as she felt a bit a relief. He moved his hands back to his side and looked back at the horrible scene.

The smaller man used all his remaining strength to reach into his bag while his rapist was still doing his work. What seemed like a bomb was in the weaker man's hand as he pulled it out of the bag. "Oh the shame! Your coming with me!" he light a match and started the fuse. "Fuck you motherfucker!"

The bomb exploded, killing both of them and sending their body parts everywhere. The two travelers took cover to avoid the now raining blood. They stayed still for about a good minute and a half then stood up.

"See why I didn't let you help him?" the fortune teller's cold voice was the first thing that came out of the quiet forest.

"Y-Yeah. I guess...thanks." he said. She walked along the side of the main path to avoid the massive blood patched ground. The brunet did the same and then they continued to the Free Imperial City.