Chapter 36

I took one look at the near-deserted road of my hometown and turned on my heel. I had emerged from what looked to be my house, but I knew better. I had come from Castle Mist. I opened the front door to my house and stepped inside, hoping it would take me back to where I had once stood in the castle.

Instead of ending up back at Castle Mist, I was standing in the middle of my living room. Nothing had changed from my short time gone. The little sofa in the living room was still faded and coated in an array of stains. The coffee table had seen better days, and was wrought with little carvings from Zack, Aidan and I. On the leg of the table, I could still make out the little ‘A + R’ Aidan and I had carved when we were ten. The television was on, playing some cartoon in the midst of the crackling and snapping of the static.

As I stood in the living room, the scent of fruit and cinnamon wafted through my nose. My legs carried me into the small kitchen where my Mo