We got ready to leave the next day, packing everything we needed. We were joined by two new people: Mason, an aspiring heir to a ninja clan, and his sister Macey, the happiest little girl I ever saw in a time of distress. She loved to use a set of scroll that she salvaged from her room. Their mother was a diviner from a nearby city while their father was the leader of the infamous Norton ninja clan, who were master ninja that could kill from several hundred meters away. They were also infamous for having exceptionally great herbal pharmasists.

As we left the village, I saw something that caught my eye-
It was a painting of Macus, our Father, Nagisa, our Mother, who had a slightly bigger belly, with Peter as a ten year old, Laura as a six year old, and two little children, one with red hair and the other with blue hair. They were gathered around a group of men, women, and children. The two little children must've been Mark and myself. I then noticed next to my Fater, a little boy in his arms, who looked like Mason. And a big man with emerald eyes and black hair holding Father in a headlock. I looked at te picture, roll it up, put it in my bag, and walked down the steps.

What I had realized was that we are related by blood, to the two kids that we had saved. 'No wonder why Ielt a strong bond to these two children,' I thought as I walked outside. If only I had all my memories. I walked towards my brother. "I need to talk to you for a moment." I told him. I start to walk by the Sakura tree. He follows close behind.

"Hey, what is it now? Not another one of those wierd sets of images again." he asks. I shake my head. "Then what is it."

"We are somehow connected to this village somehow." I reply. I pull out the painting and showed it to him. He stares at the painting, his face contorting into a supprised look.

"Wait," he said after several minutes, "I-i-is that us?" He grabbed the painting. He closed his eyes and put a hand on his face. I stared at shock. He opened his eyes after several minutes. I nodded. He stared at me, beads of sweat formed and ran down his face.

"What is it?" I asked. He took five deep breaths, wiped the sweat off his face

"I... I remember everything," he said, "I've regaied all my memories." I felt a smile form on my face.

"Lets go back home." I said. I walked him back. I turned to face the group. "Lets head back to the castle!" I tell the group.

"What 'bout us?" Mason inquired. I turned. I faced him.

"You guys are coming with us, cuz." I replied. Everyone was supprised.

"How, milady?" Stewart asked. I pulled out the painting.

"Is this enough proof?" I asked. He nodded.

We then rode off, at high noon, I kept a fast pace, so we could catch up on the time we missed.