Hello everyone, guess what? It's the 10 chapter! Double digits, baby! Woo! Thank you to Chuu112 for adding Broken Promises and Trying to Remember to favorite stories :).

SoccerGurl03: Aw, shucks, your making me blush! I'm not that amazing of a writer. I'm not even sure if a publisher or agent would consider me to be an author. But I'll try, just for you :P. I'll try, but you never know what Leila will do :P

Hannibalrider: Same here :P

TheTudorRoseQueen: Yay, another person! And I'm debating between an American Revolution love story or a Great Depression love story. I'm still deciding :P

Greyeyedowl98: Ugh, I know right?

Gummybearsrock: Haha, I love your outbursts! Well, I would hope it would be appropriate for kids haha, it would probably be YA. Haha, I wish I could, but they'll think I said all of them.

UndercoverCop: Ugh, drama, don't you hate it?

Mrpuppy: They might... :P Don't feel sad! Yay, another person who would buy my book xD

Slayer of Heroes: Okay, I think I'm going to write a book :P

Lvl-ZeR0: Yes, you're still making me smile :). Yeah, don't break any promises, or you'll die :P. We better be friends, mister! :P

supersweet47: It wouldn't be based on Percy Jackson, it would be a completely different story..

Leila never imagined in a million years that she would break up with Percy. For the longest time, she believed they were soul mates. Her other half. She had given him her heart, and he ripped it to shreds. It was too broken to be repaired.

How foolish could she have been, believing in his lies? It only brought her pain in the end. Each 'I love you' meant nothing to him. That sociopath held no emotion whatsoever. Didn't care that she was trying to hold herself together. Being within a few feet of him did not help the healing process. Leila doubted she would ever get the chance to fully heal her wounded heart. With Percy there, there was no possible way she could.

She felt so vulnerable and fragile. If one was to even touch her, she would surely break. She was terrified to trust another again. Even the trust among her friends was slowly diminishing with each glance Percy gave her. Leila trusted him, and look what happened. Would she be able to handle another crack in her heart, the one that's already far beyond repair?

Would she be able to love again? It was difficult to imagine herself with another man. Percy seemed to be the perfect man, like an angel sent to love her and only her. It turned out to be a lie. His beauty on the outside disguised his true intentions. Were all men that way? Sent to finish a mission and leave directly after it. To break a girl's heart and leave them begging for help. For someone to come and relieve the pain. To help them try and forget all the broken promises. Each man seeming to be 'The One', only turning out to be their worst nightmare. Men were created from Hades himself.

Was she able to trust Nate? Her cousin, the only one to acknowledge her and befriend her. He seemed to have a heart of gold. Always doing what seemed right, and taking care of people in need. He, in fact, helped her when she lost her memory, and during the war, he helped nurse her back to health. If he never did, she might be dead. She definitely owed him, but to what extent? With this new fear of men, she could only do so much within her comfort level. Taking her life for him was out of the question. It was all Percy's fault. She wanted to be able to trust her cousin, like must do.

"We'll stop here for the night." Alex announced.

It was nearing night. The stars were starting to appear, and the sun was disappearing beneath the hill, saying 'Goodnight and I'll be back at dawn'. It seemed the sun and moon were the only ones she could rely on. No matter what, they came and left when they said they would. No surprises.

Leila headed towards the trunk of a tree, far from the others. They knew she needed time to herself, so they made no argument.

As the sun was 'Goodbye', it got significantly colder. Leila wrapped her arms around herself, hoping to gather warmth. But as the wind blew, it made her feel like an ice cube. She was unable to move. For a moment, she wished for Percy's arms to wrap around her once more. Only for the warmth.

Her teeth chattered as another gust of wind came her way. Goosebumps covered her body and the hair on her skin raised like a porcupine's. She began rubbing her arms frantically and curled into the tightest ball she could manage. Even then, it didn't give her any relief. The cold was still penetrating through her clothes, making its way into her body until no warmth remained. If the while night would be like this, she wouldn't sleep a wink.

A material was thrown across her. Warmth reentered her body and she sighed in content. She didn't look to see the person who possibly saved her from hypothermia. At the moment, sleep was all that mattered to her. She closed her eyes and gave into the darkness.

She shifted uncomfortably as her eyelids turned red and began to hurt. No matter what position she tried, it didn't get rid of the discomfort. She slowly opened her eyes to minimize the sun exposure. The light nearly blinded her and it took her a minute to readjust.

As she stood up, an object fell to the ground soundlessly. It was a jacket. Someone sacrificed their own warmth for her. She held the soft fabric in her hands and looked for one of them not wearing it. The only person was Percy, who had his arms tucked inside his shirt. He was curled in a tight ball. Every once and a while he would shiver.

She looked down at the jacket in disgust. How could she have not known it was from him? The smell should have been a dead giveaway, but in her state last night, it was no wonder why she didn't notice. Why did he lend her the jacket? Someone as selfish as him would have kept it, but no, he gave it to her. His ex-girlfriend, of all people. The boy made no sense.

Leila threw down the jacket in his direction, not even caring if it made it to him. She walked away from the camp with no idea in mind on where to go. The sun shined through the tree branches and hit an object on the forest floor. It caught her eyes and she put her hand in front of her face to prevent the glare. She took a closer look to see what could have caused it to be so bright. It was her bracelet laying partially underneath a decaying leaf. She let out a gasp and put it on her wrist.

This was the place she was kidnapped, and it wasn't far from camp. She had to warn the others. The King's army could attack at any moment.

So what do you guys think, if I do write a book should it be A: American Revolution era love story B: Great Depression era love story or C: A dystopian romance (ex: The Hunger Games/ Matched Trilogy/ Eve Trilogy)? Thoughts and suggestions, please! I love you all! Review! By the way, I'm sick :/. I think I have the flu, blah! D: