You walk into a dusty house that has a faint smell of gunpowder.
It has some sort of familiarty to you but, your not sure why. You look
at pictures on the walls. One hs Bree and Holly with someone else
standing next to them all dressed in what looked to be outfits that
would be worn in a battle. Next to that there was a family photo with
Holly, Bree, and the same girl a mother, father, twin boys of what
looked to be about the age of seven,, a boy about a year young than
Bree which is about eleven, and a young man that looked twenty.
"How resent is this picture?" you ask. "Only about
five months old" Holly says. You continue to look around in hope
to remember something, anything. You look on the mantle of a small
fireplace and see a plack. Inscribed on it were the words "IN
LOVING MEMORY OF SIR MAPLE WIND, JINX DRAGWOOD, AND ANGEL-FROST
YVONNE" How sad you think to yourself. You see a mirror across
the room. You relize that you aren't aware of your appearance. You
walk anciously over and see...