AMNESIA: Return My Own
Seelok statue

"Who are you?" A child stared at the confused Tara. He looked at Tara from the bottom up. Trying to identify a girl he's never met.

Tara stood beside Lixe. In front of children his age stood in front of him with their heads raised. For the first time Tara could see their faces clearly. The people he always sees from the top of skyscrapers. Now stand on par with him.

Tara's heart was racing. He ventured. He's not a weak man.

"I'm Ara. Greetings know all." Tara smiled as she extended her hand.

The girl returned Tara's hand cheerfully. She doesn't know who Tara really is. They certainly did not know their Princess's face, as they always lowered their head and more closed their eyes. No one dared to see it.

The girl pulled Tara's hand. Bring him into the embrace.

"Let's go!" The girl smiled.

"I promise. I'll protect you. Day and tomorrow" muttered Tara slowly. She's looking. Lixe is no more. The man will really make it independent in the midst of society.

"Thank you, Brother."

A light appeared behind the huge inside the palace. Lixe get out of there. Biete.

"Let'sahh!" the woman screamed as she pleased. He knew that no one would pay attention to him. Lixe closed her ears tightly.

"Let's meet the Empress!!" Biete pulls Lixe's hand. The two men had not yet met the Empress. Biete reasoned that she was not good at acting. A bal? The boy offered an illusion of eyes for them to use. Biete disagreed.

"I thought you guys had...,"

Lixe's sentence stopped as Biete looked at her unsightly. Quiescent. Lixe nodded. Follow Biete's steps. And finally Lixe opened the door.

"Who let you in?" ask the woman inside firmly.

Lixe showed a hologram that displayed the room with a beautiful decoration. That's Bal's work. It's very beautiful. Bal is the best artist, Biete's version.

"If you want, we can decorate the party room very beautifully. I make sure everyone will be amazed" Biete promoted his services. "We're graphic decor experts!"

The queen tilted her head. He stared at Biete's past-goal from the bottom up. Back down. Then look into his eyes. The queen looked displeased with Biete's eyes daring to look at her directly. He beckoned, bow your head. But whether you know it or not, Biete did not bend her neck at all.

"Graphic decoration? Whatisit? It doesn't make any sense." The queen swung her body backwards. Then pat the table. "I refuse."

"The insolent people. How dare he look at me like that."

"Fucking fiyah! You managed to raise this innocent country girl into an arrogant woman huh, Astia." Biete gritted her teeth. The look they meet. It was like a mountain exploding there.

"Soldier! Take them away!" Fiyah pressed the button on her earphone.

"How dare You. On the hero throughout the 17th century of this kingdom, "inner Biete. He grunted annoyedly. Turn around without paying respect. "Let's go! We have sense that works. So let's go!"

Biete. He opened the door. Bal followed.

"Sorry, Queen." Lixe bowed in greeting. For a moment, then stood up straight and turned around following his ally. Leaving Fiyah who was puffing the table was upset.

Plaque. Biete hit Lixe's head. His left eye was twitching, slurred.

"Why and since when did the Van Tribe want to bow to the lucky villagers like him?!"

Lixe stroked his head. He glanced at Biete. How Biete knows about himself. Lixe gave a cynical smile.

"Since a Loam Van fell in love with Lia Lyde, and a Lixe Van was born. Also since a Wist became king."

Biete swallowed Lixe's words slowly. Then smile. "Haha! God's right! The wheel of life is turning. I proved my trust was real!!" Biete exclaimed happily. He forgot that he was still in front of Queen Neland's office.

Some of the soldiers who had been called Fiyah came.

Biete came to them with a smile.

"No need to bother. We have legs that can walk on their own. Let's go home kids!" Biete waved his hand. Passing through the people who looked a little distracted his mind calmly.

"I've grown up" Bal murmured in disbelief.

Lixe and Bal again could only follow Biete's steps. This one friendly grandmother could not be chained up so as not to do as she pleased.

They walked out the gate in the tail of the soldier. But Biete could step while whistling. Bal closed his eyes, he looked back. His eyes were shining open. His gaze traveled through the palace, until he reached Fiyah's study.

In his study. Fiyah jerked to the back. His chair swung backwards holding his body. Fiyah was startled, having trouble breathing for a while.

Bal grinning. He also put on a happy look. Only Lixe was fretting over Tara's situation.

"All of you! Hurry and find the Princess! Someone kidnapped him!" A high-ranking warrior exclaimed at everyone within the palace. They left the job. Everyone is frantically looking for his Daughter. No. gabe. They panicked to save themselves, until a noise was heard from outside.

"Did they consider Tara as master?" lixe murmured. It felt like he wanted to punch the people hiding behind that mask.

Biete was about to quell Lixe's anger. But he chose silence. Biete took Lixe's hand.

Lixe looked at him still in a sloppy mode. Biete smiled. Grandma pulled his hand. Unfortunately, it was Bal's turn to not leave. The boy was on the street.

Lixe did not answer even though she knew. Bal was now splitting his soul into Fiyah's mind. Lixe suddenly nodded confidently. Biete spontaneously made a strange expression. What happened to these boys?

Bal was aware of his daydream. He suddenly walked in a direction like a living corpse. Biete let go of Lixe's hand, running small in order to align with Bal. He kept staring at the boy. Not afraid if a pole appears in front of him. Biete was very interested in Bal's eyes that glowed like a lamp.

"Don't your eyes shine too?" She's looking. Lixe beside him jumped in surprise. She's feeling nervous.

Thiins. The horn of a luxury car without a roof rang. Getting rid of the gatekeeper and the soldiers who were trailing the three men was clear earlier.

Lixe. That, Tara. His expression was flat. His gaze was as cold as the north pole. Lixe was about to chase. But Bal and Biete simultaneously held his right and left hands. Biete dragged Luxe away from there.

"We'll be back tonight. When the party is over. When the full moon shows her face."

Tara who was sitting gracefully like a statue carved elegantly glanced at Lixe. She smiles. His feet move. The statue rebelled. Destroying the beautiful sculpture that the artist. Tara raised her left leg. Cross it over on the right foot. His hands that were taught to be stacked on the thighs gracefully, today he raised. Tara also crossed her raised arms behind her head. His head and neck were upright, today leaning against that hand.

"I'm Tara Neland. A girl with freedom."

"Daughter! What the hell happened to you?" Fiyah shouted to see her daughter's pose that did not match the model she gave. Fiyah's eyes were rounded. Asao seemed to be coming out of his head.

Tara just glanced. He got out of the car. Go straight to his room without further ado. Passing through the furious Fiyah casually, though in her heart there was a deep fear. But all her fear disappeared once she made it past her mother without the slightest scratch. This easy miss, does not like her body scratched even if only 1 millimeter trick.

Fiyah squeezed the fingers. He's conscious. He couldn't have hit Tara. Can't yell at Tara. Can't do. He was too weak to do so.

"Why do you think I made you a beautiful statue at the museum?"

Tara throws her body on the bed. She cried. It's a bad day. Really bad. Maybe, he won't go out anymore. It won't.

***

Previously, on the playing field.

"What are you doing here?" someone called Tara.

The girl turned around. Eyes rounded. Rigid body. That's Yase. Tara shut her mouth. Yase's gaze was so cold.

"Did the Queen know about this?" Yase lowered her head. Some children asked each other when they heard the Empress being called. While Tara just stared at Yase flat. His head was not taught to bow. The lips were also not taught to say 'sorry'. Real hard. Tara tried to get the word out. But his throat won't.

"Well, you go home Princess Tara," said Yase flatly. His face seemed to show an expression of sadness and regret. Tara understands. But he doesn't want to go home. Some of the children who heard him started running away. Only Tara, Yase, and Bella are still there.

"Where do you live now?" the question came out of Tara's mouth. Yase raised her head.

"I don't think you need to know."

"Are we not brothers? Queen..., no, my mother is Brother's aunt."

Yase quiet. He knows that fact. The story where Fiyah was an aunt who was always nice to her when she was a toddler. The one who always smiles comforts him. Yase turned her face. Seeing Tara could make him recall things he didn't want to remember.

That time too. Someone hit Yase with an electric spear. Bodies. Yase collapses Tara steps back. Bella approaches Yase, helping her to her feet.

"How dare you turn your face like that to Princess Tara! I'll teach you an ethics lesson!" The man raised his spear again. He'll hit again.

Tara hardens her jaw. No more. No. gabe. It used to be his fault. His fault. Because it's just a beautiful statue.

Tara clasped her soldier arm, stopping her movement. Tara looked at him dislike. The soldier threw his spear. He kneels. Not saying anything. As he has learned. There is no mistake in a royal family that is forgivable.

"Stand up!"

The man stood up. After Tara observed, her age was not much different from Yase's. Perhaps, they were only two or three years different. At that time, Yase with the help of Bella had already left. Tara had her protective troops stay put. Letting both of them go.

"What's your name?"

"Elton" he answered briefly. Tara smiled. Able to make Elton's body vibrate.

"Be my trust" whispered Tara. This time, it was as if the peace energy emanating from the white sky dragon gem piece that made it like a living being disappeared. His mind is back to what it is.

Inwardly, Tara was worried that Elton would turn her head.

"Your orders, I will always carry them out."

***

The energy coming out of the gem had no effect in Tara's room. So Tara could cry and hurt, also venting all her feelings to her satisfaction.

"Dad loves me? Really? Or does he just need my power to neutralize the influence of the guard energy?"

Tara looked at herself in the glass.

"Start today." Tara wiped the tears on her cheeks. "I am no longer a beautiful sculptural statue of the Kingdom. I'm Tara. Girl 15 would-be supreme ruler in this entire country. The freedom-filled ones are as they expect."

Tara looked at her beautiful, confident, and courageous self. As well as the gaze like an axe that shatters a beautiful and graceful statue without feeling.