Memories.... Haunting Memories...

[Jamie]

I looked at a barn as I stood outside of the entrance to the property. A memory came to mind of two young boys playing in the loft daily, then the memory changed.

"Sh, meu irmán..." a 6 year old version of me whispered to a younger black haired boy. The two boys watched from the loft a man argue with other men.

I sighed and looked around. Memories, they still haunted me.

"Aye! Up he'e!" the young red haired boy yelled from the loft as he through a stone at the men and the other boy crawled quietly but quickly to the other side of the loft to hide.

The men had started to fight before the boy had yelled. Every single one looked up.

"Ye lookin' for me?!" the boy yelled.

A man quickly ran to climb up to the loft.

The red head, jumped down and sprinted off.

"Jamie!" a man yelled.

"Don't get worrit o'er me, pai!" the boy yelled as he ran for his life with all the men following.

I shuddered.

After a while, Jamie started to lose strength and the men chasing him were fit men with as much stamina a man could have these days. The boy tripped over a root. The men were instantly over him, holding down his limbs as he struggled. "Git off o' me!" Jamie growled, still struggling, but they had already tied his hands together. They forced him up and walked him back.

"He'll be in the care of God now. May God help you make better choices, my friend." one of the men said to a sad looking man, obviously the leader of the group.

"He is already in the hands of a God, but not your God." the sad looking man said sternly.

"Pai. I will be fine." Jamie said. "May Zeus light yer path and Ares protect yer back. May ye be guarded from the Fates and Hades. Tell Vlad I will come home only if he asks."

"See what you've put in this boy's head! I'll have him sent to a mission that'll help his insanity." the leader said.

The sad man nodded and looked at the leader before looking at Jaime. "Son, may Artemis bring you home to us." he said sadly.

Jamie nodded and went with the men, looking over his shoulder at the home he would try his hardest to return to.

I sighed when I saw someone approaching. I backed and turned around and walked down the street, hoping to find a familiar face that could happen to recognize me too and/or help me..

[Serenity]

Shania was running down the dirt street, when something caught her eye. It was a boy. She stopped running and stood still.Watching him.

[Serenity]

She half raised her arm in attempt to wave, but stopped in case he took it in threat.

[Jamie]

I felt a pair of eyes resting on me. I turned and met them. It wasn't someone I knew, it was a girl, but maybe she could help my situation. I walked up to her, trying to figure out a way to start. "Hello." I said, watching her. My Scottish accent still clung to my voice, though not as strong as the one that the boy from my memories had.

[Shania]

Shania watched as the boy closed the distance between them. When he spoke her eyes widened.
"H-hi." she stuttered. SHe mentaly smaked herself in the forehead. Idiot. she thought.
"I'm Shania."

[Jamie]

"I am Jamie." I said, looking at the farm I was gazing at only moments ago. I could still feel the anger of being taken away. I looked her in the eye. "Can you help me find someone?" I asked, even though I was not sure if I could trust her or not.

[Shania]

Shania eyed him, trying to look impassive. "Okay...Who are you looking for?"

[Jamie]

I smiled slightly. "Thanks. I'm looking for a boy named Vladimir Fraser." I said, naming my full brother. I studied Shania as I waited for her to reply. I must admit, she was a beauty.

[Shania]

Shania's head snapped up. "Vladimir?" she said quikly. "How do you kow Vlad?"

[Jamie]

I sighed. She did know him. "Weel.... He is my brother..." I said. "He probably doesn't remember me.. We got separated years ago." I looked her in the eye.