"Lenara?"

My mother sat on one end of the table. She was a tall woman, quite thin with a milky complexion and violet hair. Her nose was narrow, and her cheeks high. The name "Volaria" fit her so well. It was strong and commanding. Volaria…

She ate delicately and sweetly, like a princess. I wanted to be like her, but the more I looked at my father, the more I realized I was like him. He was of average height, with thin legs yet broad shoulders. His nose was like mothers, but his smile was wide and his lips were full. We had the same eyes.

There was an empty placement at the square table. There was always an empty spot. I had no brothers or sisters to fill it. It was just me and my parents. Sometimes my Uncle came along for a cup of tea. Wait…who is that?

That's not my Uncle sitting in front of me.

The person was wearing a heavy cloak over their head, casting a shadow over their nose. I could only see the lining of lips. I shuddered at the sight, wondering if death had come to take me.

"Lenara." The lips moved. The voice was so ambiguous; I could not tell if it was male or female. When I looked up to my parents, they were completely frozen, staring into each other's eyes without any sign of life. I was alone.

"Who are you?" I questioned. "Tell me who you are."

"Are you safe?"

The question took me by surprise.

"Y-Yes, I am safe." I said.

"Lenara?"

"Lenny, are you okay?"

I raised my head, swiftly pulling myself from the dream and whispering "Fuck." Gowther was there, strangely rubbing my back as we sat at the bar.

"We need to look at your bandages."

Immediately, I followed Gowther up to my room. Ban and Meliodas shot us a quick glance before continuing their conversation at the bar. Somehow, I still felt Ban's eyes run up my back.

"I don't hurt." I assured him as I sat upon the bed, gently lifting the sweater. Gowther lightly poked beneath the bandages to examine the skin beneath.

"You're some kind of witch."

I laughed nervously. "That's funny."

Gowther's big eyes peaked over the top of his glasses. No, he wasn't kidding. Gowther just wasn't that kind of person. His words meant exactly what they meant. I felt his pale fingers leave my waist before helping pull down the garment. "We all know that by now, Lenny."

What could I say to him? Sure the display down by the bar was pretty weird, but it wasn't anything my father couldn't do. Magic was somewhat of a common ability, but calling me a witch was taking it a little bit too far for my taste.

"Have you ever wondered if there's a reason you can't remember your childhood?" He asked calmly, running a hand through his hair.

"I had an accident." I assured him. "But if there's something you would like to tell me, then by all means."

Gowther shrugged. "It's something for you to ponder."

He walked away without another sound, leaving me by myself. I threw myself onto the bed and sighed into the pillow. I was completely drained; mentally and physically. Maybe it was something I really should wonder about. After all, Meliodas did mention something about my mother going on a mission. What could she have been doing, anyways? Mom was…

Mom was so simple. Well, not really. Maybe that's what scares me. Mom was too simple. Are there bits and pieces of her that I could put together, like a puzzle? Is there a bigger picture to her that I'm not seeing?

What about that dream? Who was in that dream?

I held my hand in the air. I need that book.

I thought it, and I had it. The pages flapped in the air as it floated my way, just as I commanded in my head. With haste, I flipped through the pages in search of something…different. No, I had no idea what I was looking for. Every word seemed relative to preparing and cooking food. I smacked my head in frustration. Gowther's comment was driving me insane. At this point, I couldn't even remember the accident that caused my memories to disappear.

My head ached so terribly. That dream had somehow sucked out all of the energy I had. I was over-whelmed at this point, searching through my head for answers and finding absolutely nothing. I didn't even want to go back downstairs. Somehow, I found myself becoming depressed and disillusioned to my purpose of being here.

Mom and Dad were hiding something from me. Something from my past must have endangered me so terribly, that they had to make me forget. But, could it have caught up to me? Is that why, now, I find myself traveling the roads with Kovak?

I threw my tired head into the pillow and fluttered my lashes, lolling my head to the side as I felt myself drift away in depressed thoughts and answerless questions.

"You've been asleep for too long."

My eyes widened at the sound of the voice and birds chirping beside the open window. I felt groggy and grey, shaking my dead arm back to life. I slept hard, into the evening and clear through the morning. A sharp pain pounded into my head as I lifted my eyes to see King, resting on his pillow.

"I'm sorry, I guess I…I don't know." I mumbled. "What's everyone up to?"

King stretched his limbs. "We moved this morning. Meliodas was pretty impressed with our profits, so we're having a camp out. Elizabeth left some clothes for you around here…somewhere."

"Hmmm." I groaned, rolling my neck from side to side. "Sure, I'll be around."

"Lenny?"

"What?"

King peeked out the open window. "You talk in your sleep." He quipped before heading out. Weird.

Eventually, I found the clothes Elizabeth set out for me and put them on. The thin green v-neck was plain and comfortable, but the white shorts were a smidge tighter than I would have liked. I trotted down to the bar and fixed up a glass of water, chugging until streams ran down my cheeks. Goodness, I was sloppy this morning! I ran my fingers through somewhat greasy hair as I bolted through the door, frantically trying to make myself look a little presentable to whoever was near.

The tavern was right next to a lake, shimmering with a crystal like reflection. Diane was the next thing in my line of sight, resting her back against a hill as she lay beneath the sun with arms behind her back.

"Sleeping beauty has awoken!" I heard Meliodas say. His pants were rolled up quite high with his feet in the very shallow end of the lake. Elizabeth stood next to him, waving sweetly while gripping a fishing pole in her other hand.

"Fish fry?" I laughed as I headed over.

"That sounds like a great idea, any kind of fry is better than a pork fry." I heard Hawk mumble as he sauntered past me and rolled into the water. I caught King in the corner of my eye as he comforted himself next to Diane, resting on his Chastiefol in the exact manner as she. I worried that they may burn beneath the sun.

"Where's Ban?" I asked, sitting next to Elizabeth with my feet in the water. She frowned when a potential catch released the bait.

"He probably went to catch a chicken with his teeth." Meliodas shrugged, pretending to yawn before putting his arm around Elizabeth.

"I don't know why you're faking it; you're never shy about grabbing Elizabeth any other time." I noted out loud.

"Women." He sighed, squeezing her shoulder.

Elizabeth erupted. "Sir Meliodas! I almost had one that time! How are we going to eat if I can't catch any fish?"

"I just said Ban was catching chickens with his…"

A booming "Ahh!" filled the air before we quickly spotted a figure running across the green grass. Diane and King woke themselves up as the three of us by the lake squinted in the distance. Hawk snorted and jumped from the water.

"Tell me that's not…"

Spiked pale hair? Check.

Red leather clothes? Nope.

Naked Ban took long strides across the field, gathering a good running start before leaping into the air and splashing directly into the lake. My eyes closed and my face flushed as I glanced away, hoping like hell no one would notice how I stared beforehand.

"Ban!" Meliodas called. "Why are you naked?"

"Why aren't you naked?" Ban called back.

Oh shit, Meliodas do not take that invitation.

When I looked up, I saw a vest and a pair of pants fling into the air. Elizabeth gasped and hid behind me with red cheeks, still clutching her fishing pole. Diane squealed, King groaned, and I laughed awkwardly.

He took the invitation.