Remember The Way In

chpt.4 Explain this

Namidy walked into the room last , then shut the door behind him. " Well, Banagher isn't it?" Namidy crossed his arms and leaned on his right leg. Banagher looked up at Namidy with his emerald green eyes. "Yes, mr. Namidy" Kid has good manners at least. Namidy then took a deep breath in, then looked at Banagher up and down. Light brown hair, light skinned, emerald eyes, black skinny jeans, and a navy blue long sleeve like his father. " So, Banagher, care to explain about how you know about...this?" Banagher shuffled in his seat a little then looked fown at his hands in his lap. " W-well...he kinda told me about, you" Namidys eyes widened. But I know nobody here in this area, how would someone know me? Namidy swallowed a breath of air. "Who told you about me?" Namidy asked, Banagher shuffled more. "umm, this guy named Luci?" Namidy noticed that the boy sounded uncomfortable saying the name. " what did this Luci look like?" Namidy asked now interested in who this "Luci" was. " w-well, he umm" Banagher put his finger up to his mouth, thinking. " He umm, he was sorta short...like your short" Banagher pointed out, thanks. " He had black hair, super vivid purple eyes too." Banagher stopped a moment to think more. Namidy was thinking as well, I don't know anyone with black hair and purple eyes...Namidy must have screwed up his face because Cathleen noticed and was utterly confused now. Cathleen looked at her brother "Banagher...how do you know anything about this stuff?" Banagher looked up to stare back at her "I dunno" he said calmly. Cathleen grunted little brat never tells me anything. "How did, he um, treat you?" the question was odd, but he needed to know. Banagher stared at Namidy for a moment " He sorta, was impatient, kinda pushy too...he kept on saying weird stuff, mumbling actually" Banagher added quietly. Namidy was completely lost now at this new information. Then suddenly a sudden pop sounded and something hit Namidys head hard and fast. "OUCH!" Namidy said loudly, he turned around to see what hit him in the head. On the floor laid a small role of parchment, with a wax seal connecting the ribbon neatly fastened around the parchment. " What is that?" Cathleen said, bending down to pick it up, but then Namidy remembered CLAUDIUS then as fast as Namidy could thrust himself, he grabbed the parchment before Cathleen could even touch it. Namidy held the parchment lightly like it was made of glass, he slowly unattached the seal from the ribbon, as the ribbon fell off it poofed into thin air,(Cathleen and Banagher didn't notice) Namidy opened the parchment to read the letter inside:

Dear Namidy,

YOU IDIOT, HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW WHO LUCI IS. I MEAN COME ON YOU MORON! THE BOY SOUNDED MORE SURE THAN YOU...AND HE IS LIKE SEVEN.

Namidy now knew for sure that Claudius wrote this letter, he looked back down at the letter to read on:

Anyway, this letter is not just me ranting on you though, Namidy you know perfectly well who Luci is...It may not come to you quickly, but it will. It really did hurt seeing you being so confused, gave me a migraine. So, about your wings...Namidy I know you haven't taken notice of this yet but, your wings have been, deteriorated. You need at least three people to pray for you and you will regain your wings. You can do this one thing can you, moron?

With best wishes from,

Claudius Hearchstur Harridway

P.S.

Mary made some delicious pie the other day, you really missed out.

Namidy eyes widened as he looked over the sentence Claudius casually mentioned. "your wings have been deteriorated." Namidy gulped, and reached his arm around his torso, he lightly gripped his shoulder blades. The word deteriorated lingered in Namidys mind. Cathleen stared at Namidy, he had his back turned to her and Banagher. She saw that Namidy was gripping his left shoulder blade. Cathleen stepped forward toward Namidy, she lightly set her hand ontop of his shoulder, but when she did this Namidy smacked her hand aside and turned to face her. Cathleen gasped at how quickly Namidys face had changed, he went from being a healthy-looking young man with a great gleam in his bright hot pink eyes, but now, he looked like a completely different person. His face looked pasty white, he was breathing heavily, his eyes were no longer gleaming, they were desperate. Namidy knew he was breaking down, he felt his wet tears shooting down his face like missiles, he looked down at the ground then set his right hand against his right eye. Covering up, his right vision.