Chapter Three:

My eyebrows furrowed as I wondered what the mysterious comment was about...oh well. I followed Razul into the mansion as the a foreboding breeze picked up.

"So Airi," Aram boomed as I entered the door, "Do you like your new home....I mean living space," he said staring at me shyly.

"Yeah it's beautiful...It reminds me of Olive Garden," I said without thinking. Aram's face turned a bright red.

"Who is this 'Olive Garden' you speak of," he shouted staring at me and then Razul and then me again.

"He doesn't know it's a restauraunt so he thinks it's a guy," Razul whispered with a smile...a WICKED smile, "Aram...I forgot to mention that she has a fiance and his name is Olive Garden...it's a weird name I know, but hey so is Aram. I watched as Aram's face flushed a wild red...I couldn't help stiffling a laugh. Razul winked at me and I knew he wanted to play along.

"Oh, how I love Olive...he's such a sweetheart," I said with a girly sigh, "I've never met a kinder soul than he." I clasped my hand and did a twirl like those crazy girls in the movies, Razul covered his mouth at this and was fighting a huge smile.

"I'll show you a kind soul," Aram said glaring at the ceiling. He stormed off with an angry face...I felt kind of bad but it was really funny.

"That was mean Razul," I said playfully smacking him. He looked sideways at me and raised a single eyebrow at me.

"I'm the mean one?" he asked. Then he took on a shrilly girl voice, "He's such a sweetheart he's the kindest soul I've ever met....I love Olive so dearly," he said fluttering his lashes and then he twirled. I laughed at his retardedness.

"I sooo do not sound like that," I squaled kicking him in the shin. "Although, I think I just sounded like a prep...oh goddess what am I to do," I said for no reason at all...it just popped out of my mouth.

"Well, dinner would be nice...he likes Omlets," Razul said the laughter leaving his voice, "the kitchen is that way," he said pointing to a door with a sign that read "KITCHEN."

"Well, thanks I NEVER could have figures that out," I said rolling my eyes and heading towards the kitchen, "are you going to be wanting some,too," I asked before I went in. I got no reply and turned to find the room deserted. "How mean," I muttered as I tied an apron around my waist. I walked to GINORMOUS refridgerator and grabbed random stuff: eggs, chopped ham, sliced mushroom, chopped peppers etc.. and began the process of making omlets. As I finished the last omlet I grabbed one of the man silver trays hanging from the ceiling and I arranged Aram's dinner very prettily. It looked like a picture of the food they take pictures of for restauraunts even though they look nothing like the picture when you buy it. I was going to carry the food up to him when I realized I didn't know where he was so, I placed a lid on top of the tray and went exploreing in the direction Aram had went to when he stormed out earlier. I was walking down a brightly lit hall, which seemed a good choice but Aram was a bright person, and I came to an open door where I heard a voice speaking a weird language. It was not Italian, English, and it most definitely was NOT Japanese. I peeked in to see Aram speaking but all of a sudden he disappered into some mirror. For some reason I was not scared and I just sauntered into the room and picked up the mirror. It was oddly shaped I was going to put it back, but just as I did something in my head told me to say his name...his full name. " Astale Ei Daemonia Eucharistia Aram," I whispered as I caressed the mirror then I was falling. I kept falling and I screamed but it grew tiring after awhile. Then I saw landscape...landscape was good after the blank nothingness of before. It seemed to be a different country, a bit mideval with the looming stone castle and all, but atleast it wasn't outer space or something.I landed swiftly on my feet and began walking towards the castle when I saw a figure up ahead...I wasn't sure but I think it was Aram....?