Posiedra's POV

"Moooooom!! Do we haaaaave to move again?!?!" I asked for the tenth time that day, breaking the silence of the car ride. "Yes sweetie. You know that I got a new job there, and it will help you recover." mom said sweetly, looking at me. "You say that eeeeeeevery time we move that 'It's for you to recover.' when it's been two years already. I don't think that it will happen again." I say, trying to ignore the headache that just sprung up. "Yes, I know. But just in case it were to happen again." mom said. "You said that last time as well." I muttered under my breath. "I'm going to sleep." I said, closing my eyes. As I expected to happen, I got a vision of knights fighting. But they weren't ordinary knights. They were blocky.

I first saw those knights two years ago when 'it' happened. I was in a coma for a year. After that year, when I woke up, I had physical therapy everyday for two and a half months to try and get control of my body again. I then had to move from place to place for mom's jobs. I stopped trying to make friends after the second time we moved. It was hard to make friends when you were moving constantly. I hope that this is the last time we move. I want to settle down and make some friends.

"Posiedra, we're here." mom said waking me up. "Ugh. So *yawn*, this is our new home?" I ask, stretching out of the car. "Yes. The moving van should get here sometime later today. You'll need to help get your stuff out and in your room." Mom said, leading me to the house. As I was heading there, I got a sudden pang in my head. I crouched on the ground holding my head, praying for the pain to go away.

My mom stopped walking and crouched down beside me. "What's wrong? Is it another?" she asked, worry evident in her voice. "I don't know. It could be from the heat." I said with a grimace. "Let's get you inside." mom said.

As we were getting up, I failed to notice the boy with black and red hair staring at me.