I stare, stunned, at the bracelet that holds my brother's name, and almost faint. Lucky, Tyler is still keeping me on my feet. His friend, who I've learned is Jason, picks up the bracelet and brings it over to me and Tyler.

"Does this mean anything to you?" Jason's voice comes out muffled, thanks to his helmet, and I presume he's talking to me. I nod slowly, still a bit stunned as I remember everything:

I was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for my brother Ty and myself. I had set out the plates as he came running out of his room. He's energetic for an eighteen year old. Just as he say at the table with me, a hissing rang in my ears. I snapped my head up; the hissing didn't sound like a Creeper or a spider, but more like...

TNT.

My eyes widened as I recognized the sound and I grabbed my brother's hand, speeding toward the door with him.

But I was too late.

The house had gone down in flames, leaving me in a pile of ashes, which still linger in my hair.

Jason's voice pulls me out of my thoughts as he converses with Tyler.

"We haven't seen Ty in a while. Maybe this is where he went. He did say he was going camping with someone." My head snaps up at the mention of my brother. Jason, noticing my sudden alertness, looks at me... I think; can't tell since he has a helmet on.

"You... You know my brother?" I ask, my voice breaking. Jason nods and finally removes his helmet, revealing his mesmerizing, dark blue eyes and somewhat shaggy light brown hair. I fan girl a bit on the inside. You can't judge me; he's pretty hot.

"He's one of the leaders in our kingdom. He left a few days ago, saying he was going camping with someone. But... he's your brother, correct?" I nod quickly.

"What happened?" Tyler asks, still supporting me. "To have your house turn up like this, I mean."

"I... I don't know... One minute, everything was fine and the next, I heard TNT being set off." I explain, my voice once again cracking and soft. Jason's eyes flicker to lock with Tyler's in concern.

"TNT, you say?" Jason asks and I nod weakly, suddenly feeling light headed, asking with my vision fading slightly. He pauses, looking at the ground. "We should get you back to the castle. It's not too far." He begins walking in the direction from where he and Tyler came.

But I look back at the rubble and something catches my eye: a bit of dried blood on one of the wooden planks.

"Jason... Wait..." I say, my gaze locked on the blood. And next to it, I see a ripped piece of fabric.

White fabric. Like my brother's shirt.

I stumble over to the wreckage and fall to my knees in front of it, my vision fading more and more by the second. Tyler rushes over to me to help me back to my feet, but I ignore his gesture and begin to pull the boards off of something.

Or someone.

After moving the first board, I discover a hand with marks around the wrist. My eyes widen and I start dragging the boards off faster. Jason rushes over and helps me, but my vision fades so much that I can barely see. I continue to pull the boards off, my limbs growing weak. Tyler, noticing my lack of balance, kneels next to me, grabbing my wrists. I look at him, my eyes barely open and tears slipping out of them.

"You need to rest..." He keeps his mouth open, as if searching for what to say next, but I know he's searching for my name.

"S-Skye..." I finish for him, unable to keep myself stable. Tyler, noticing this, catches me as I fall toward him, unable to keep my eyes open.

"Tyler," Jason calls, "look." I pry my eyes open...

...and instantly regret it.

My gaze falls upon Ty, who's covered with patches of his own dried blood, his eyes closed and his clothes torn. I begin sobbing, my eyes closing as I lean against Tyler's chest, my consciousness fading. I hear Jason gasp and feel Tyler slip his arms under my legs and my back, lifting me up.

"We have to take them back to the castle, Jason." Tyler orders. "Get Ty." As he and Jason walk back through the woods, their footsteps fade, their shouts becoming whispers. I feel myself becoming limp and fall unconscious.