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Naomi nodded her head slowly. She got up from her chair. She didn't even know where she was going or what was happening. It felt like she was sucked into a vision.

Sam smiled he got her to smile some. That was a good start.

"Dean do you want me to remember?" Naomi asked softly. A migraine came on quickly wincing a little bit at it.

Sam smiled a little. "Ready to go to breakfast?"

"Wyatt seems to think its better if I don't have them back." Naomi whispered.

Sam nodded his head.

Yas!!! I always check, because some people mind.

I don't have any ideas either. Do you mind doubles?

Okay :)

((Oh that woukd work too, it doesn't really matter to me :)))

((Okay, yeah me too

Or maybe it was Lana's mom? I mean she would be a little girl)))

((Yeah that sounds good :), it doesn't have to be that long because I understand people have lives, writers block etc. I don't want to push someone for a really long response. I just get random bursts of things and go overboard.

Maybe after awhile Landon feels like he knows her. I'm trying to think on how she doesn't remembet,but Lana does?))

Its fine, I like anyting really I do love fantasy the most though

((Sorry it took so long to reply))


Dakota looked at him if he was for real. He wanted to help her father? Was he trying to get on the people's good side? Or was he was taking self pity on her. The thoughts in her head didn't dare to go the fact that he maybe he actually cared. She knew royals didn't care. So what made this one any different than the rest. She inhaled a sharp breath. She slapped him across the face out of anger. Thankfully there wasn't any guards around, but people gasped. He thought bailing her dad out from going to prison was going to make things better.

"How dare you take self pity in me and my family. We don't need your help. If you cared so much you would have helped everyone along time ago. Your right your worse than your father because you pretend to care about what's happening here. You're going to get married and have two kingdoms to rule. You will have everything and anything you want. No rich stuck up snobs like yourself wouldn't understand what people go through because you have everything." Dakota backed away slowly from her eyes threw daggers at him. Turning around running because she figured she would get caught after all she just got done assaulting the prince.

As she moved her way through the congested crowd a thought crept into her head. He had everything and so did the Princess. They never had to worry about food or where they will get clothes. Or if they will have roof over their heads. All of this made her want to cry. She didn't really remember the last time she cried, but this seem like a good time. Instead of looking for someone to sell herself to she went and found an ally way where she could sit down and cry at. Tears sprung her eyes all of this didn't matter she probably will be going to jail soon anyways.

Dakota brought her knees to her chest and just sat there in silence waiting to hear guards or someone come find her. She cut off her snobs so no one could hear them, but her. Over the years she became a master of silent crying. It wasn't like she could cry in front of her family. She had to play it strong. Some days were harder than others,but most of the time she felt the cold strong act was becoming a reality. No one would want a cold person to be part of their lives.

There was time when she use to dream of herself running around on green grass with ribbons in her hair. Laughing like little girls do. Having extravagant dolls. Playing with a little boy. Then the dream always ended in a nightmare with fire every where She always woke up after that knowing it was only a dream, but it felt real. When she told her parents about it they said it was dream. Dreams will get you know where. This became her motto for everything she done. Wishing things could be better, but things would never be better. If someone caught her then it would be the end.

Part of her wanted someone to catch her so she could cry in front of someone and let it out. Was that foolish of her to think? That someone could care about what happened to her? Pushing the thoughts away. She sighed a little bit running a hand through her hair.



((I had this idea crazy random idea. What if that dream I describe was real? That maybe she was a Princess from Lana's kingdom and during the beginning of the war the two girls got switch to keep the Princess in safety. Or maybe she is just Lana's sister who got kidnapped? This is just thought and it sounds like it could work.))

Naomi sighed some. "I'm sorry for ruining the mood."


Sam smiled some. "Come on less get breakfast"

"I'm sure they will." Naomi wasn't sure though. Eating her breakfast slowly.

"Yeah I know." Sam said.

Naomi nodded her head slowly. "Okay." Whispering softly.

Sam smiled a little bit. "You don't have to be afraid to have friend."

"My memories." Naomi whispered looking down at her food. "Besides those glimpses that I got I haven't had anything since then."


"But you know that we aren't going to leave. You know your sister won't leave either." Sam said.

Naomi took a bite of her food. It had been three days with no memories. Sighing a little bit. "Dean do you think they will come back?"


"Wyatt why do you seem like the kind of person who pushes people away? I know you must be afraid of them leaving. But I want us to be friends."

Naomi didn't want to eat without him. So she waited playing with her food. "Good morning."

Sam nodded and sighed some. "Maybe we should go get some food."

Naomi smiled at him. "Thank you."


"Oh. You should get some sleep on the bed." Sam said.

Naomi smiled.


"Oh didn't see that." Sam whispered.

No not really