AMNESIA: Return My Own
Souls from the past

Lixe flew with her mind. Not paying attention to the surrounding. Xiota patted Lixe's back. He smiled his innocent expression always managed to cover whatever the contents of his mind were.

"There's a lot I've been hiding. But I'm sorry, I can't tell an enemy anything that I can't read his mind. Even though you are already our ally though" Inner Bal glanced at Xiota.

Lixe, who finally came to her senses, found that the door was no longer in place. He spread his gaze, trying to find her again. "Where?"

"The door is no longer there. Mr. Zack told me to eliminate him. Without remaining" replied Bal. He lowered his head coldly.

"What did you say?!" After all it was the connecting door between Mita and Riyal first. He did not accept his best friend's relics were obliterated.

"I eliminated him from this place. But that door was still safely in my mind. Don't worry!" Bal spoke with telepathy. Lixe gulped. He's calm. But considering Bal who was acting like he didn't care about that door. Lixe chose to be calm.

Zenith patted Bal's shoulder. The boy looked. He swallowed. Zenith's gaze made her hair stand up as well as the smile on her face that pierced to the bone.

In Zenith's mind said, "I know what you're talking about with Lixe. And I also know, I didn't tell you to do this. And Dad never let me in here. You lied to me when you said Dad told me to come here. What are you hiding, Bal?"

Bal. She's quiet. His mind was empty, deliberately emptied so that Zenith could not obtain anything.

Zenith turned to Lixe this time. "You know what your job is?" tanyanya while shaking the waist. Lixe pulled her eyebrows. He's nodding. Although her mood this morning had been shattered, she was still trying to smile.

"sorry. Maybe I'm a little bit of a traitor" Bal said when Zenith no longer noticed. Lixe and Zenith had already entered the portal.

"Poor child," muttered Xiota stroking Bal's head. He walked out on Bal, entering the light portal ahead of him.

Bal's body became stiff. His hands and feet could not move. His feelings became unpleasant. He realized something, the man indeed could not read minds. But he was able to control the bodies of others.

"You are too poor."

The portal took them to a salon. The meeting place of the tribal elders, and the children of the upper class tribe were filled with quite a number of people. But the large and comfortable place keeps the atmosphere calm and quiet.

Xiota had not expected him to enter a place like this. "Why are we here?" ask Xiota.

The ordinary person smiled like a fool, in a moment his face changed. He hates this place. Hate it, and he has his own story.

Lixe looked at Bal. Right, it was Bal who at the last second asked him to bring them to this place telepathically. Even Zenith started to get uncomfortable with the people who made them the center of attention. Come by the portal. I really don't know ethics. Who cares, Zenith tried to ignore them.

Now the three people were staring at Bal. Ask for an explanation of the purpose. The one asked walked towards a round table in the corner of the room. All three followed.

There a woman sat alone with a thin veil covering her face. But Zenith and Lixe knew who he was. The two men halted their steps as the woman looked towards them.

"What the fuck is he?"

"Why is he here?"

The two were shocked to death. The woman smiled behind her veil. "I'm Aizla Abta. Hello to you."

"What's? What...., are you doing here?" Zenith said it in a broken way. In her mind appeared the shadow of Aizla whose eyes were glowing blood red behind her round glasses.

"Are you afraid of these eyes? Though I thought your eyes were more cruel," Aizla said sharply to Zenith. He took off his glasses. "This eye is dead, my friend."

Lixe gulped her saliva. That's grisly. Lixe could feel it, the eyes were not looking. Blind eyes.

"You blind?" Zenith without a shadow aling-aling immediately ambushed. Zenith chose to sit next to Aizla. Look at those eyes up close.

Aizla laughs. He rubbed his eyes one by one. "Please punch me if you don't believe me."

Zenith certainly did not hesitate to do so. His hand instantly grabbed Aizla's temple as fast as lightning. The eyes did not blink. Sayu's eyes. Zenith stopped the movement of her hand right at Aizla temple. The wind that Zenith's punch carried hit the rough face of Aizla. The slanted bangs covering half of his face fluttered. If only he had worn glasses, it would have been destroyed.

"Miss Aizla." Xiota knelt behind Aizla. The woman looked over with her hands placed on the back of the chair. He was dumb, not long ago smiling.

"It turns out, you guys are also friends with very interesting people huh," Aizla said with a laugh at the end. "Do you betray, my dear disciple?"

Xiota nodded. "Maybe." He stands. Then sit on the chair opposite Aizla. Next to Bal.

Honestly, Bal had a little objection. He felt a strange threat every time he was near Xiota. So he shifted. Make a little more distance.

Lightning struck down Lixe, Bal, and Zenith. His throat is dry.

"Murids? Xiota?" third inner.

Aizla smiles. She rubbed her red lips without any makeup. "Goodoo. I thought that by betraying I would also lose the source of life. It's not really."

"I accept your offer now, Bal. But don't know if I'm changing ya." Aizla looked at Bal. He closed his eyes. Back to wearing his glasses. Aizla extended her hand. "What did you promise?"

Bal's eyes are glowing. Dust of light appeared in Aizla's hands. Slowly forming a cute door.

Lixe realized it was the door at the end of the hallway earlier. So Bal gave that door to the man who was once his enemy? Lixe strengthens the jaw.

"Calm down, brother." Bal's voice whispered in Lixe's mind.

"I can't!"

Lixe grunting. Turn away faces. He doesn't want to see that.

"How do I convince my other brother?"

The question was met with shock from Xiota, Lixe, and Zenith. The other one, that obviously doesn't make sense. For those three people, Aizla's presence in this place now was already very unreasonable. Maybe they can accept other irrationals.

"That child is very difficult for you to persuade. He's stubborn and arrogant...,"

Brakes. A confused Zenith kicked the table. Stopping conversations he cannot follow. Everyone look over. Let's just say they have eyes. That is the principle that Zenith has held high since childhood.

Aizla. He crossed his legs and swung them. "I'm Biete. A trapped soul, no, embedded in Aizla's body."

Zenith widened her eyes. He had heard it, the Abta Tribe can confine one's soul. But get him tied up with someone? That makes him creep.

"Abta's tribe is Vampires. We live sucking blood. Containing someone's soul is our specialty." Aizla looked at Xiota.

"The kingdom of Argio is trying to make a pact with us."

Xiota. His plain face knew nothing suddenly flat.

"They want us to pair our mantra on the memory rubic. The stone of the Lyde Tribe made from the sacrifice of many Wists. The stone has a huge power. The earlier nobles of Argio wanted to lock up a lot of memories in it. They became gods on earth. Unfortunately, one day someone managed to play the rubik. He's defending everything. Strong determination. But not until it finishes and makes the rubik perfect. But he was able to form the second floor. And that was enough to make the seal that locked the memories weak. Yes, that person ended up dying of exhaustion before perfecting the challenge. To strengthen and anticipate it to happen again. The former king asked me to cast a spell and gave a portion of his people to donate his blood for me. Interesting right? But he betrayed me by destroying my body. "

Zenith exchanged looks with Lixe. The two men had the same question. Zenith gave the code for Lixe to ask him. Lixe. Zenith frowned. Coercing.

"The previous king told you?" asked Lixe hesitatingly. I don't know why the language is so polite. Aizla nodded proudly.

"The man doesn't know the return. He's breaking my body! Finally, I touched his descendants. Become a curse of his family's descendants! Haha." Aizla laughs wickedly. The four people he spoke to were just staring strangely. And others who think he's crazy.

"How old are you?" zenith stopped her laughter.

"You ask? Or taunting?" Aizla stand. He lifted one leg and put it on the table. "I'm young, baby! I'm only seventeen." Aizla smiles pretentiously.

I don't know, Xiota wants to puke seeing his teacher. "I mean, 17 centuries, right?" saith. Aizla nodded hard.

"What?!"

Aizla swings her hand. Forget it, that's how he wants it. But Zenith nodded slowly. He was now dealing with the lofty arwa residing in one's body. What if he moved into her body. Forgetit. Zenith made a wry smile.

"How did you meet, Master?" xiota asked to switch the conversation. He was clearly a little dislikeful of the real-blooded Bal Dielus. But his teacher allied with Bal. Although his teacher and himself both disliked the royal family, and Bal also intended to destroy the royal family. Allying with the enemy. What joke is this?

"He who came as an arwa clung to the body of one of my subordinates!" Aizla looked at Bal. "You know the story better, Bal."

Bal glanced at the others. He was like he was going to be hunted by a predator who was waiting for his story.

"That night, when the eyed monsters attacked, I entered Miss Aizla's mind. There I entered the minds of others." Bal smiled widely. He wanted to hide his story. Three people knew it. But to understand the circumstances, Zenith and Xiota disagreed.

"Then?" sahut Zenith and Xiota together.

I don't care about the people of Argio. Aizla shut her mouth, holding back a laugh as she looked at Bal's annoyed face.

"Then I met Brother Aizla, already." Bal shrugged his shoulders. Lixe nodded, while the other two pulled the ends of the eyebrows. Indeed, only Lixe wants to understand the privacy of people huh.

"You fit in well." Lixe looked at Zenith and Xiota alternately. Both of them throw their faces away. "Still not appreciating his choice?"

Zenith grunts. "Whatever," he said rudely.

"Thank you, brother," said Bal telepathically smiling Lixe.

"Although most of the questions of the older brother. Thanks for understanding. Sorry too. I'm sorry," Inner Bal. Heart hurts. Stuffy. It was as if taking on a mountain of sin there.

"See you in the Kingdom of Neland." Aizla stand. "I'll help you win the heart of Aizla's real soul. As long as you promise to destroy the rubic of memory with the royal family of Argio."

"Is Grandma that hateful?" ask Zenith. Dreary face. His heart is not calm. Something exploded there, making his heart beat fast.

Aizla looked at him not understanding. Honestly, he has no answer. Aizla walked, for a moment Biete ignored the question. But he really thought about it. "Maybe the next day I'll answer him," his inner self before dissipating in the crowd.

Zenith had read Biete's mind. His heart was a little relieved. "I hope you forgive Mr. Arian."

Lixe realized the strangeness of Zenith. He kicked Zenith's leg under the table.

"You okay?"

"Byeah!"

Zenith stepped on Lixe's foot.

"I will do as you command," muttered Lixe in pain.