Chapter Twenty-One

Alora.

The moment I closed my eyes, I was projected into my childhood, that same forest I had spent most of my time before I became a slave.

Because I wasn't in school, I played a lot in the woods just where our house was and it didn't take long before I made a new friend.

I couldn't call him a slave though, because he treated me like a child even when I knew he was just thirteen years old.

Jax was rude and yelled at me very often, and while I wondered what he was doing in the woods every evening, I enjoyed his company.

I didn't know if it was because he was the only company I had or maybe I genuinely just liked him. But either way, he was here again and I was excited as usual.

"It's broken." Jax pointed at the piano I was playing. I chuckled, the sound of my laughter mixing with the steady flow of the river just beside us.

Jax and I had taken a spot just beside the river, and I tried to make music with the piano and I was failing at it.

"I know. But I like it." I said,