A/N: "Read, Recommend, Review!"My new motto!Yes, it says REVIEW, guys! I'm happy with this chapter... anyway, happy reading. Also, I just can't manage to write long chapters... I have a short "inspiration span"

Chapter 4

"You awake?"a whisper came in my ear. I opened my eyes to see Lewyn leaning over me.

"Wha-"the events of yesterday came back to me. "Morning, Lewyn" I smiled and got dressed while Lewyn looked through my food.

"Berries, mushrooms, dried leaves, bah! How can you survive on such food?" Then his eyes alighted upon my crude wood bow. Last night, we had devoured the last of the bird, and I was quite hungry. Scritch scritch Lewyn was concentrating upon carving the wood of my bow, so I began to prepare a meal from the berries and leaves.

After a few grunts of pain and many mutterings, Lewyn shouted, "Aha!" This startled me, and I sent leaves flying.

"Never. Do. That. Again."I burst in howls of laughter. But I wasn't really mad at him, just a little ticked off. He began laughing too.

After we had settled down he asked, "Would you like to come hunting with me?"

"Why not?"

The clearing shone even more brightly than the day before, just like my mood. I opened my mouth and was about to speak, when Lewyn shushed me. I followed his gaze and saw a fat mouse, happily munching ….whatever it was eating. Then it paused and sniffed the air. Pulling back the string, Lewyn stood still as a statue.

Twang!The bow snapped. All the mouse could do was squeak in terror before the arrow punctured its small body. Lewyn walked over. With Sharp, he skinned the mouse. Then, we brought it home.

I started a fire, while Lewyn hummed a tune, watching me contently. Another memory came to mind, but it too was locked in my mind-jail. Still humming, Lewyn held the mouse over the blaze. I wanted to speak, but something inside me prevented me from uttering a word. The song reminded me of something, and it was just enough to break the locks. They broke, and my memories came flooding back to me like a torrent of rushing water. They threatened to wash my very being away. I fainted, drowning beneath the noise. I could not speak. I was a prisoner of my memories.

A/N: I don't especially hate that chapter, but it wasn't the best I could make it either. "Read, Recommend, Review!"

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