Here is a short chapter to balence out the long one. It's also to punish you for not leaving reveiws. It stinks not being able to communicate. Just like Ema.
Jack really did care about my memories being gone. Whenever he wasn't doing his guardian duties or hanging with his friends he was searching for my memories. When will he realize I'm a lost cause? I was never a person, never had a family, never had a true home, and I never had memories. Which means the moon will never talk to me, I will never find out why I'm here, and I'll never have believers.
I was around one time Jack was with his believers. It went a little something like this:
Jamie: Hey Jack, Who you talking to?
Jack: Ema Fay.
Jamie: Who?
Me:*I put an arrow through my heart* Continue.
Jack: Didn't that hurt?
Me: No. Why would that hurt? Just like not being believed in, how would that hurt at all?
Jack: You're turning white.
Me: I just can't be the third wheel here, see ya.
Jack: Ema, Come back.
25 years passed. I finally added that back door to my tree, but it's only for emergencies. I got better with my sword fighting skills, and my other weapons too. I'm a completely multi-weapon person now, but I still prefer my bow.
Jamie was now an adult. He had to move to Berwick, so I saw more of Jack. Jamie had a family now. He had a 10-year old daughter named Kayla. She was an artist, like me.
Thanks to her father, she believed in all sorts of fairy tales. Tooth fairy, Sandman, Kangaroo, Santa, even Jack, of course I was out of the picture.
I was counting down the years. 25 more years until I reach 300, the age when Jack became a guardian, then something good might actually happen to me.
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