Panting hard which made my ribs ache I managed to slowly calm myself and my body. Reluctantly I opened the bag and looked inside. Unloading all the papers on the floor, emptying the bag of its contents, I examined some of it more carefully. First I sorted out the letters and things of my brothers into one pile and put them beside me. I continued to do this with all the others. The last pile was the letters I had gotten from my parents room. Quickly I set them down and opened the bag to look in it again. The three rings were seated at the bottom which sent reassuring warmth through me. I reached in and grabbed them. Holding them in my hand made me tear up a bit but I pushed them back. First I slipped my parents wedding rings around my neck and then I placed my brother's ring onto my left ring finger. I examined the genuine blue stone. Iakona's face almost seemed to reflect out of it. Also pushing this aside I grabbed the financial records and sorted through them. None of them seemed to be of any worth so I just tucked them away. Next, the letter from my parent's room. Each one was addressed to them followed by a quick paragraph, then concluded with an illegible signature. In the last letter, it wasn't addressed to them. It wasn't addressed to anybody for that matter. It was written in my mother's scrawly script an indication that she was writing in a hurry. Containing all the information that I wanted to know at this point. There was the order and demons and everything. Then at the end she signed it with her native name. The way it was written it was almost as if it was explaining something to someone who was never suppose to read it. Like I said before, I had a way of figuring things out that I wasn't really suppose to. The Order was something my parents tried so hard to hide. Now I was right in the heart of their lair. After looking through these I became very tired. Struggling up, I managed to climb into the bed. It didn't take long to drift off where I dreamed about my brother.

When I woke tears were in my eyes, and pain was in my heart. The full blast of my brother's death was weighing down on me. I laid there on my bed for a while before anybody came in. It was a nurse who started tending to me. First she unwrapped my legs. They were badly scratched and bruised. After she had tended to them, we worked up. Last we reached my shoulder. The analysis before was I had lots of deep and bad cuts and bruises everywhere. I had also broken some ribs. Even though she was careful in unwrapping my shoulder the pain was still immense. But even though that pain was there, it still just wasn't there, nothing was. All that I could think of was my brother. Images flashed through my mind of his smiling face. Running around the house playing hide and seek or some other childish game. Tucking him into bed after a long day of work and those shinning green eyes looking up at me with so many questions that I could never answer. Then the last thing that came into my mind was the face I saw of my brothers in my final moments at home. His agonized face full of pain and suffering. It kept flashing through my head, nothing else did. Finally I noticed something different when the nurse touched me with something. I shot down to my shoulder and found the huge wound that went all the way through. This surprised me. She kept touching it with an alcohol that burned. It took a lot of effort to not scream in pain. Finally she stopped and rewrapped it. I slumped back on the bed and sank back into my depressing thoughts. The nurse stopped in every once in a while to check in but never said anything else. I hadn't moved since that morning. My stiff body didn't argue for me to move, it just sat there with me mourning. Sleep overtook me again later that day and I gave in.

Nothing but sadness greeted me again when I woke. This time though, instead of just sitting there I decided to move. My brother wouldn't have ever sat still, he would have kept moving through. Sorely getting up I began to walk down the hallway again, but this time I could see it. I stopped at the sun and looked up into the fresh blue sky. It was something I thought I would never get to see again. Deciding to keep wandering, new things met me. Again I wandered into the library where I was greeted by everyone.

"How are you feeling?" They asked me. I forced a smile.

"Good," I replied.

"Are you hungry?" Komui asked. At first I shrugged which made me cringe. "Follow me." So, I followed him. He led me through a good portion of the building and ended up in a large room with tables and benches.

"What would you like?" The cook asked me. I stood there thinking, it seemed so long ago since I had thought of breakfast. He ended up just making me something.

"Thanks." I told him as he handed me my plate.

"Well, sit wherever you want." Komui said. I smile and slowly wandered off to a table. There was hardly anybody here. Again, the thoughts of Iakona drifted into my mind. Mindlessly I poked at my food and sat in the darkness of my thoughts.

"Excuse me," A girl said kindly, "Is it ok if we sit here?" I gave a slight nod not even registering what she had said. Then a group of people around my age came and sat by me.

"Hi," The white haired boy greeted.

"Hello," I replied quietly.

"I'm Allen Walker." He told me.

"I'm Akyra," The pink haired girl introduced. "This is Krory," she kept going. Two more people where left.

"Lavi and Bookman," They said as they pointed to each one.

"STEERIKE!" Lavi exclaimed. At this I actually almost laughed. Bookman shoved him out of the way quickly and began apologizing.

"I'm sorry for his behavior. He's such an idiot sometimes." My smile wasn't so forced this time. Lavi got off the ground and joined in.

"What's your name?" Akyra asked.

"Moana." I replied. They went off into a conversation that I didn't really pay attention to. One thing I caught was a conversation between Lavi and Krory.

"Lavi, you say that to every pretty girl you see." Krory had pointed out. Akyra whipped her head around to where they were sitting.

"Excuse me." Her voice dripping with venom.

"Th-that is not what I meant!" Krory defended.

"It is what you said." Akyra said rolling her eyes and returning to her food. Every once in a while I would catch a question they were aiming at me and I would respond to them.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Akyra asked me after a while.

"Oh," I looked down at my plate which I had just been poking at. "No, I'm not really hungry."

"You look tired." She said. I slightly cocked my head. "You should go get some rest." I gave a small nod.

"Nice to meet you all." I told them. I sorely got up and slowly wandered toward my room.