"Parker, what was that?" Frodo asked, stunned and confused by what he saw. "What happened? Where did she go?"

Parker turned his eyes towards the ceiling. "Oh, I'm going to regret this." Well, it was now or never. He returned his gaze to Frodo, telling him as he approached the poor royal blue dragonoid, "Frodo, what you are about to see is all those lost memories, memories you've forgotten."

"What are you talking about?" Frodo asked, worried. "I'm fine. Really."

"You will be. This might sting a little," Parker said, pressing his scaly, light red hands against Frodo's temple. The light red dragonoid closed his eyes, allowing Frodo to do the same.

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It started out as one memory. Then more memories resurfaced in Frodo's mind. He remembered the Chesapeake Manor and exploring the Land of Talking Animals. He remembered meeting Parker for the first time at the Chesapeake Manor, learning about how the manor was haunted centuries later.

What made it worse was that he remembered being in the Land of Talking Animals and causing great destruction. Seraphina telling him he was a waste of time for coming to the Land of Talking Animals and for making everything worse, along with causing all sorts of mischief at Seraphina's first base. The fire was indeed caused by Seraphina, resulting in the destruction of Patton and Cyndera's armory and weaponry rooms. However, Frodo had a part to play in the armory and weaponry rooms' destruction. And he knew it.

It was a great weight lifted off of him, but still… this wasn't supposed to happen. As Frodo wandered through the darkness, he caught Cyndera's gaze. Cyndera smiled at him, waiting for his confession.

"Look, I'm sorry I ruined your armory and weaponry rooms," Frodo apologized. "I'm coming clean. You don't have to worry about it."

"I know. I forgive you. It took me some time, but I do forgive you," Cyndera said, returning to the darkness.

Frodo felt that weight leaving him. It felt so good to admit the truth, but something didn't feel right. He'd been to the Seven Realms since the First Age. What parts weren't Parker telling him? Frodo wanted all his memories back, but he needed to know why Parker was showing him them. He needed to know that now, if he could. But where would he start? How would he know he was on the right track?

Only time would tell, and he didn't have a whole lot of time to be with Parker. Did he?

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"Frodo. Frodo!" Parker cried, pulling the royal blue dragonoid back to reality. Parker looked at Frodo as the royal blue dragonoid transformed back into the gentle-hobbit everyone knew about. Still, the look on Frodo's face and the way the tears fell said enough of what happened in the folds of the gentle-hobbit's memories. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I just wanted you to remember everything and not blame me too much for what I've done."

Frodo stared at Parker for several seconds. Surely, he wanted to blame the light red dragonoid, but he couldn't. Instead, the gentle-hobbit collapsed in Parker's arms, crying his eyes out. He didn't know where all these emotions were coming from, but here they were and he couldn't stop them. Good thing Parker didn't release him, but calmed him down as best he could.

"I know. Those memories are painful," Parker said, kindly.

"Do you think it will get better?" Frodo asked, managing to say when he had a break from crying.

"I have faith that we will. You'll be all right. You'll be okay," Parker said, embracing the lad and not letting him go. They had come a long way since their first meeting at the healer's house in Bywater. It was only necessary the bonds of friendship didn't go away, but sprouted.

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Minutes passed before Frodo recomposed himself. It was then that a thought crossed Parker's mind.

"Hey Frodo," Parker said, getting the gentle-hobbit's attention, "listen, I'm planning on making a stop on Earth. I understand a lot has happened since I was last there, but how about you come with me? It might ease your mind."

Frodo didn't expect that. Earth? Was it equivalent to Middle-earth? He nodded, unsure where this next adventure would take him. He had this feeling it would be worth it. Or so he hoped.