Clema was walking through the empty town of Limestone. The streets were deserted because it was night. Once she passed the town, she was once again on the gravel path where she walked with Soria and Naruto earlier. She once again was standing in front of the two paths, and went on the right one, towards the forest where her nightmare took place.

Inside the Royal Estate, Laura was inside, unpacking things out of Rose’s boxes, and placing them in appropriate places. Inside was huge, like a ballroom. There was a high ceiling, and a glass chandelier hanging down. There was a red chair against the wall, place the same as where The Master was positioned in the Meeting Hall. After placing a box down, Laura yawned.

“Making me do all the work…” Laura mumbled angrily. “Rose you’re so lazy…”

There was a knock at the door, and Laura displayed a shocked face. “Now who could that be this late…”

Laura opened the door, revealing the muscular man from earlier. He smiled at Laura. “Hello doll face, is Rose here?”

“Who the hell are you?” Laura asked with a strict tone.

“I’m… a friend of Rose’s.” The man said as he continued to smile. “Name is Tyson.”

“Tyson?” Laura repeated. “Well she never mentioned you, so goodbye.”

As she began to close the door, Tyson put his huge muscular arm in the way, preventing her to. “I think you will let me in.”

“And why would I do that?” Laura sneered.

“Because I know what you did, you killed the old man with your explosion attacks.” Tyson said. He smiled and let his arm fall to his side.

Laura froze and displayed a troubled look.

“Your secret is safe with me.” Tyson said. He crossed his arms. “If you count me in with this little plan of yours.”

“Damn, who is this guy exactly?” Laura thought. “If I don’t let him in, he will ruin our plan and probably tell the Captain’s…”

“Whatever.” Laura said after a moment of silence. “Rose is still at her building, she moves here for good tomorrow. Come back then.” Laura then slammed the door out of anger. “This makes no difference, but Rose, if your big muscular friend gets in our way of our goal, I will kill him myself.”

It was about midnight when Soria tossed and turned in her bed. She suddenly woke up, and stood up. She rubbed her eyes, looking around the room. To the left, she saw Naruto, fast asleep with his nightcap on. Soria looked to her right to see Clema, but her bed was empty.

Soria yawned and got up off the bed, and walked downstairs to the lobby. She thought maybe Clema would be down there, looking for a drink or something, but no luck. The lobby was empty, and it felt eerie. It was pitch black outside, with a tiny view of lights from Limestone.

Suddenly, it hit Soria. She remembered back to when Clema didn’t take the right path, to the forest. Soria ran upstairs, and looked around her bed, looking for a note or something. When she gave up looking, she punched her bed out of anger.

She got changed from her pajamas into her Soul Reapers outfit, and wondered if she should wake Naruto up. After a moment of thought, she decided not to, and started to walk back downstairs.

She went behind the counter, and grabbed a blue flashlight, put it in her pocket, and exited the pharmacy quietly closing the door after her. The temperature outside was nice, not too cold, not too hot. There was still no moon in the sky, or stars. Soria began to run down to the town.

“You’re so reckless!” She thought as she ran.

Clema came to the forest, and walked into the darkness slowly. As she got deeper in the forest, it got darker. There was a slight wind that made the tree leaves rustle, and Clema could hear an owl hoot.

Clema came to stop, and looked around. Suddenly, in her mind, she had a replay of what happened that horrible night; The Hallow already had taken over Ken’s body, and going towards the young, hopeless Clema. Then Ishimaru jumped in front of Clema, stabbing the Hallow. Then came the most painful part of that night. Ken’s eyes, staring into her eyes, telling her “I love you.”

Snapping out of her nightmare, Clema fell to her knees, hands clasped on her head. She began sobbing, and stopped suddenly when she heard a sound from behind her. She turned and saw a silhouette of a moving figure.

Soria was at the intersection of the left and right path. With her flashlight guiding her way, she ran onto the right path.

The dark silhouette was moving slowly towards Clema. Clema reacted by taking out her sword, and held straight in front of her. “Who’s there?”

The figure laughed. Clema suddenly froze; the figure was a beautiful, thin woman. Aged around forty, she smiled warmly. Her eyes were blue. Her long hair was brown, and she was a wearing a very nice green velvet gown. “Hello darling.”

“Who the hell are you?” Clema asked sternly, griping her sword.

The women frowned. “You don’t recognize me?”

Clema stared at her with a blank expression.

“Me, you don’t recognize me?” The women said. “Me? Your own mother? Clema dear, it’s me, your mother.”

Clema dropped her sword and was still. “What?”

Soria was still running, and the view of the forest came to her. She gripped her flashlight. “Almost there…”