• NOTE: PLEASE READ ALL PREVIOUS PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE. IF YOU READ ON, WITHOUT KNOW WHAT THE WHOLE STORY IS ABOUT, IT WILL NOT MAKE ANY SENSE.

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    "Hey, Mama! Look at this pretty flower I picked for you!" A small girl with flowing brown hair runs up to her mother who is sitting in the grass nearby.

    "Oh, that's lovely, Gally! I'll put it in my hair so I won't forget it." The woman moves to sweep up her own dark hair into a bun, then uses the stiff stem to hold it up.

    "You look so pretty, Mama." The little girl jumps into her mother's arms and cuddles her close.

    "You look beautiful, Gally Dear." The woman pokes the girl's nose and rocks her back and forth, then starts humming a song.

    After a few moments of listening to the tune, the little girl looks up at her mother, smiling.

    "We'll always be together, right, Mama? Will you be here to see me get married?" The naive little girl asks, giggling for she is certain she knows the answer. But the mother looks sad, a slight frown on her pale face.

    "Mama?" The girl cocks her head to get a better look at her mother's face, but the woman just turns it away slightly. A soft tear falls from the woman's cheek and lands on the little girl's fragile hand, betraying her calm disposition. A swift look at the drop and the girl is in tears herself.

    "Mama, don't cry. Please don't cry." The girl holds her mother tight, promises to never, ever let go, no matter what happens.

    "You can't stop everything from happening, Gally Dear. Sometimes Destiny just writes itself." The woman wipes the tears away at the sight of the scrunched up face of her daughter.

    "Are you going to leave, Mama?" The girl finds another way to ask the question, tears still slowly running down her rosy cheeks.

    "Oh, Gallaway. You know I'll always love you, no matter what happens, right?" The woman says, staring with relentless purple eyes. The girl sniffles and wipes the tears from her face, then nods with a huge gesture.

    "And I'll always love you, Mama."

    "Nama!" Both sitting in the grass turn to the warm cottage nearby, where a slightly aged man is storming out of the house. He rushes over and wrenches the girl from her mother's arms by the wrist, and a slight crunch sounds from her small hand.

    "Mama!" The girl wails loudly, tears falling faster than rain from a black cloud.

    "Elonzo, stop!" The woman pleads, grabbing at his hands to make him loosen his grip. But the more she pulls, the tighter his hold becomes. The small girl weeps, dangling a foot from the ground by her ruined arm. One hand is reached out helplessly toward her mother, but the man won't let their hands touch.

    "MAMA!!" The girl screeches as the man pulls her into the cottage. It doesn't seem as warm anymore, just a dark place of despair.

    The woman stands and scrambles after her child, but the door is slammed in her face before she can reach the girl. Past the woman's slamming and yelling, the horrific screams of the little girl can be heard from inside.

    "Gallaway! Gallaway!!!"

    "Gallaway? You can open your eyes now. We're here." The smooth voice came from in front of Gallaway's face. Gallaway slowly opened her eyes, afraid the bright light may blind her if she opened her eyes without being careful.

    They were facing the wrong way. They were kneeling at her side, looking down on her. The lovely lady was standing just beside Gallaway's head, Warren standing right next to her with a worried look on his face.

    "Huh?" Gallaway tried to sit up, but an awful pain in her head forced her back down.

    "Where am I?" Gallaway looked around wildly, but her gaze fell upon the lovely lady after a couple seconds.

    "You're really here?" Gallaway reached up with a shaky hand, then gently stroked the lady's cheek. She didn't look a day over the age she had been when she left; the wrinkles of a normal aged lady were gone, her violet eyes held the same lively spirit.

    "She's delusional. She doesn't remember a thing." Warren scoffed, seeming angry at something.

    "I'm really here, Darling. You're in Allylon, home sweet home." The woman clasped her hands around Gallaway's. Gallaway gently closed her eyes again, trying to remember anything, anything at all. She remembered the light, then a deep darkness.

    "You hit your head on the way down, Gallaway. You lost conciousness and let go of me before we landed." The woman said with concern in her normally happy eyes.

    "I hit my head." Gallaway said, touching her temple lightly with her fingers. Where her hand should've touched skin, she felt rough bandages in its place.

    "It was a ways up." The woman admitted and brushed Gallaway's brown hair away from her eyes.

    "I should've held tighter." Warren mumbled, and she looked curiously at him.

    "You were holding me?" Gallaway asked. The woman looked back at Warren for a moment.

    "Don't you dare blame this on yourself, Warren. I was the one that wasn't holding tight enough." The mother patted his head almost teasingly.

    "There was a lot of blood." The woman said finally, turning back to Gallaway. This brought on a whole new wave of confusion for Gallaway.

    "But I thought I couldn't bleed." Gallaway looked accusingly at Warren.

    "I didn't say it was your blood." The woman said. Warren held up his right arm; it was bandaged tightly with multiple layers of bandages similar to the one on Gallaway's head.

    "Oh my god!" Gallaway tried to sit up again to reach for her brother, but the blood drained too quickly from her head. She fell back on the pillow with a huff.

    "I did that?" Gallaway asked unbelievingly. Both visitors nodded weakly.

    Gallaway paused. "Are you sure?"

    "Gallaway, you might need some rest before you're full back to health." Warren suggested, but Gallaway indignantly shook her head.

    "First, tell me why I have a bandage on my head if I can't bleed."

    "Oh, Gallaway." The mother sighed and shook her head, then ripped the bandage from Gallaway's temple. Gallaway felt at it again. No mark or ridge or any sign of an injury. She raised an eyebrow.

    "Warren insisted that you would have brain damage, so he told the doctor to stick that on. Like it would do any good anyway." The woman narrowed her eyes at Warren, who shrugged with a laugh.

    "Just as a joke. If I have to wear bandages it's only fair that she does too."

    "Seventeen years old and you're complaining about what's fair or not!" The woman said unbelievingly. "Shoo, your sister needs her rest." The woman stood and ushered him out the door, then returned to her seat by Gallaway's head.

    "Are you going to leave, Mother?" Gallaway asked, the image of the upset little girl passing through her head again. This time, the mother shook her head boldly.

    "No. Never again." The woman took Gallaway's hand and squeezed it lightly. "I will never, ever let go, no matter what happens."