I went out of the city, it was slowly getting darker and darker. But I could still see clearly, no monsters were nearby. So I paced around Daath, still nothing was there, just the trees and the howling wind in my ears. It was getting colder and colder the longer I stayed outside. Shivering and griping my stuffed doll closer towards myself to keep at least a little warm. It kind of worked but not really.

Then there was a scream, I got so scared and ran towards it. If it's a monster I could talk it out of murder. One Limited could knock out anything, really. I stumbled a little and fell down, but got back up and ran through the pain. I got closer and closer to the human, it was that boy from earlier, and he was cornered by the Liger. The Liger was growling and angry; pacing closer towards the boy. He was slightly shivering, clearly too weak to use any fonic artes.

"Hey!" I yelled. The Liger turned and its eyes opened wide, he paced backwards, his head's shaking. Not believing what he saw. I tried started communicating to him. He understood, saying he was looking for Arietta.

He put his head down, and walked towards me, we both look each other in the eyes. We look at the boy, he loosened up and started to stare at us in awe. He was gawking at what he was seeing. The surrounding wind picked up and stirred up the leaves on the ground. The leaves and wind circled us both.

"She was pink haired and pinkish red eyed, small and skinny. Or at least that was what mother said. She said she would be here." He speaks in grunts, stops and looks at me starry eyed. "Arietta?" I lean down, the wind and cold not bothering me anymore. The stars twinkled and shined brightly in the sky, his eyes were sparkling like them. He seemed to only be 4-5 years old. "No more looking, I'm Arietta. I'll take care of you know." He looks happy, but so afraid. I hug him and held him close to me, his fur tickling my body. I felt him quiver as I held him closer. "Let's go." I look over to the boy who is by my side. "Did you just?"

"Let's- I think a little and look him in the chocolate eyes of his.

"Let's talk later in the inn."

His eyes are still wide but he calms down and smiles happily. He closes his eyes and shrugs in defeat. His blue hair blowing softly with the leaves. He puts his hands in his pockets and crosses his legs.

"Not like I have a place to go."

I jumped on the Liger and went into the crappy inn. We shared a room together, he took the bed while I slept on the ground with my new friend. He tried to convince me to sleep on the bed but I refused. After the argument ended as we all looked at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact; not sure what to think. He grips the bedsheets and turned his head towards us. "Soo, mind telling me something?"

"…"

I get up from resting on the Liger and looked over at the boy, then I look over at the wall. Not sure what to say.

"Your name."

"Your name." He echoes back.

I sigh and look over at him again. "Arietta, Arietta the wild."

"…" He stays quiet for a while.

"Forte… "He says softly.

"I've never really told anyone my name before." He said unsurely and unconfidently. Jittery and nervous he puts the blanket over himself.

"Arietta…You've got something you haven't told anyone else, too..."

"H-huh!?"

"Don't act dumb. I can tell you have amnesia, it took you a while to figure out everything in Daath. Who else to trust, people here who don't know my name or some girl who saved my life and one of the few people to know me here; even just a little." My Liger perks his ears up and pulls his head up sleepily. Forte struggles and tries to look at least a little tough. He crosses his arm, and closes his eyes quickly.

"Plus, I'd love to have amnesia, forgetting everything bad from the past. I moved here to Daath to forget all of the things wrong in life." He closes his eyes and speaks even softer, his eyebrows furrow together.

"F-Forte." I move a bit closer to the side of the bed.

"My parents were killed, so I came here for religious and happiness purposes. Everyone made me feel welcomed and happy again. But that doesn't mean I'm not still dwelling on the past. My aunt looks so much like my mother. Not to mention someone made replicas of them, and they're everywhere I look. I spoke to them and they didn't even know how to speak. They weren't my parents anymore, no more memories with them. " His teary eyes rest on the blanket then to me.

I awkwardly put all my weight on one side and crossed my arms, not sure what to do.

"Both of my parents are gone. Or at least I think, all I know is that I was raised by a pack of Ligers. I think I was then taken by some man."

I can't remember. But I think I was raised by him. "

I think a while and turn to him. "I think I was one of the 6 god-generals…"

His eyes widen, he starts shaking a little. "God-generals?!"

"B-but I'm not sure about anything anymore. The fon master hates me for some reason."

Forte looks at me curiously.

"Fon master Anise?"

"Yes, it must be something about my past self… But it's not fair!" I furiously pull my hair a little, they both look at me curiously.

"I don't know why, yet she acts like it's the worst thing in the world that I'm alive…Almost like the whole world is a joke." I calmed down in a few seconds and flop back on my Liger.

We were quiet and tired after that.

"heheh, you better not tell anyone I cried like that!" Forte changes into a less scared and cockier person in a few seconds.

I giggle and turn my body towards him, Liger already asleep.

"I won't!"

…

Everything's different.