"If I ever see him again, the first thing I'm going to do is shove him in a closet," Triskix said with revenge laced in his voice.
"Oh like you did ME?" I countered, still recovering from the sea of pink they called ‘Marley’s closet’.
Then laughter filled Triskix’s room. At first I thought that it was Xemmsur, but she was right next to me and it sounded like two sets of laughter. Looking over to the guys I saw that it was Lexian and Triskix that erupted into laughter and then Xemmsur joined in too. I couldn’t help but to laugh as well. It brought me back to ten years ago. When everyone was back here and our main concern was who could pull off the best prank this week. And I never wanted it to end.
“I hope you have better luck at putting him in there, than when you two tried to put Sarixen in the closet.” An image of a very large, muscular boy came to mind.
After everyone quieted down after their little laugh feast, an awkward silence settled over the small group. Each lost in there own thoughts of the past, and how it was.
“So… so far we remember: Larxene’s apprentice- ‘Xarin’, Roxas’s apprentice- ‘Nevx’, ‘Xirian’- who is Vexen’s apprentice, Lexaeus’s apprentice- ‘Sarixen’, and of course Marlex- Xaldin’s apprentice.” Counting off on my finger after each apprentice’s names.
“All of these memories must mean that Anamx is still lost, I mean, why would Xerebus go to all of this trouble to erase them. Then, for no reason, start to give them all back so soon.”
“Unless he has something planed for us.” Lexian stated looking over to Triskix as they both shared a look.
“Well that boy doesn’t belong there. He’s just a little kid kept against his will. If he is lost, we have to do something right? Can we do anything?” I asked with concern.
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It is a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
~Nyx
