It was around two weeks later and he still didn't remember anything. Of course I knew it takes time and it might even be a month. It truly mattered how strong the spell was.

Andor was now comfortable with me and would actually be closer than three feet to me. I guess that meant he was hating me less, which was good.

It was weird though, we didn't talk like Jordan and me do. We would talk about books and art. He was actually really funny in a corny kinda way. He was also incredibly sweet and optimistic, which was a nice change. The peppy attitude wasn't and act.

We were both walking on one of the main streets of the kingdom on a mid Monday morning. The energy was immediately different. This was the time when everything was quiet and empty, but the air was energetic and frantic.

I elbowed Andor in the chest.

"Ow", he held the side of his stomach where I had hit him. "What?"

I paced by him as he smiled down at me. I was actually a lot stronger than him when I tried to be. He didn't get mad when I accidentally pushed him to hard or tripped over his foot. He usually gave me this gaze that was respectful.

The wind whistled through the leaves and the energetic ambiance faded away as we started to connect eyes. "You're too quiet".

"Oh I'm sorry what do want me to say", he laughed in a softly spoken voice, "That you've shattered my ribcage".

I shrugged, smirking up at him. "Talk like you do to other people".

He gave back an equally playful smile. "Well Hope you look as pulchritudinous as the weather this morning".

"Ew", I laughed. "What was that?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets, smiling because he was proud to have won a battle, "That's how you talk to people at a formal event".

I always forgot that he had to go to things like that, especially recently since his father was gone on a fishing trip.

He would sometimes come back late at night, later than me, from hosting all these trading events and things. Then I would usually have to go over through the windows and put a blanket over him, because he would just pass out wherever.

I'm also pretty sure he's a lightweight and doesn't take wine very well.

"Is the food worth it", I asked out of thin air.

He immediately knew what I meant. "No"

"What does pulchritudinous even mean", I questioned.

Andor paused and his smile faded away for a little bit, "pleasant."

It was quiet for a little bit longer, but nothing was awkward. We were just sorta taking in having each other around.

"What do you think Steve is up too," I inquired.

I usually asked this question to hear his dumbest answer. He never answered what he honestly thought Steve is doing, it was something stupid like 'Clipping his apple tree leaves with scissors to make sure there perfect' or 'Calling an owl a dingo because it decided to use his old curtains as a nest'.

Andor stopped in his tracks staring at the front gate.

I moved my eyes where his were and saw that instead of the normal tree line that sat at the front edge of the bridge, there was a wall. A huge fucking wall.

"Hey Andor," the blond guard that had bothered me earlier came over. "I can't believed you okayed this monster".

Andor didn't say anything, just continued to stare at the wall with really shocked eyes.

"Just didn't see it out of you, since your all nature and save the trees".

He hit Andor, who didn't move a muscle, on the shoulder playfully and walked off to the docks.

"But I didn't okay it", he let out slowly.

I grabbed Andors hand all of a sudden.

It was just the first thing that came to mind and I wanted to comfort him so bad. "Are you okay?"

He was still in shock and looked disappointed and embarrassed slightly.

Then I saw the Town Herald, who I definitely hadn't gotten any fonder of over the weeks.

I calmly walked over trying not to grab to much of his guards attention.

The herald glared up at me like I was his next exam. "What do you want," he hissed.

I pointed to the cobble structure behind us that was blocking the view of the river. "What's with the huge ass wall?"

The herald was appalled, "Watch your mouth young lady-"

"I know for a fact that Andor wasn't part of this plan, because he would of taken time to plan something that looked nice," I started ranting.

"Said by your own Mr. Tucker Jericho himself, time is the one thing he didn't have," The Herald said bitterly, "and it's Prince Andor to you-"

This shit!

"Okay first off, Fuck you!"

The Herald gasped. Seems that no one has given him a causal description of himself, because he was shocked.

"Second off-"

"Hope", To my surprise it was Andor's very tired voice coming from behind me, "knock it off".

"What". Andor never told me to stop. He wasn't very authoritative, then again I haven't ever told anybody but Tom off infront of him. "No-"

"He's making decisions without you, not only is this annoying", I started again, "It's rude".

"Well he can and he will," Andor said in a low monotone, like he didn't want the Herald to hear.

I did the same with my voice, "You're the one with the authority-"

"It's different here," he let out in a weary voice.

"Why?", I asked another question.

"Because I'm a-," Andor stopped talking as the Herald raised his eyebrows at him.

The Herald gave out a gross smirk on his face, "You're a what Andor?"

Andor grabbed my wrist and pulled me over closer to the wall, away from the Herald. "Just see me at the lighthouse with your other friend later".

"Why?"

"Please", Andor begged with a drained voice.

I looked at the grass, "okay".

"Hope why are you taking me here?"

She continued to walk infront if me. Quietly. Too quietly.

The dock smelled like fish since it was now lunch and the fishers were back. Everything was cramped and loud. I wanted to go hide in a hole until everything calmed back down in the evening.

"Hope?", I raised my voice hoping to get an answer.

"What?", she snapped.

Well then.

"Kid", I let out slowly, "what is going on".

Grabbing my wrist with an oddly tight grip, I was dragged into an ally. Hope leaned by the wall and stared at the lighthouse.

"Prince's orders", she whispered.

I snorted at her words. "Okay Hope that's funny, but no really what is it?"

"I'm serious," she gave me a dead serious glance, and then continued to look back at the lighthouse.

I raised my eyebrows. "I'm not stupid. I know you wouldn't run an errand for a royal. You don't run errands for me".

"That's because you don't say please", she said sarcastically. Her words were busy, eyes glancing at the pack of fishermen and then back to the lighthouse.

"Why does he want us here?"

Hope stepped off from the wall a few steps to get a better view. "I think he knows something that he doesn't want anybody else knowing".

"Family secret?," I suggested.

"He doesn't want the Town Herald to know. It's the reason he can't have any opinion on anything", she responded.

"So his secret"

Hope smirked, but her eyes were doughy and full of worry. "Yep".

The fishermen walked away and we made it to the lighthouse unnoticed

The wooden door creaked open and the rusty hinges scraped against the stone walls. The floorboards creaked under me and Hope's feet, scaring the life out of me.

There was a bunch of boxes lined up against a wall. They weren't dusty, and the place smelled like sweat so I can imagine the fishermen used this to store things. The fishing net on the side of the wall also hinted me to thinking that.

The air was colder in here and the single strand of sunlight from the window wasn't helping that feeling.

"Paranormal activity much," I said to myself.

"Was that one of your nerd shows", Hope asked.

"No," I dictated. "It was a normal person show".

She laughed, and her whole face smiled. "I got someone mad".

The door screeched open.

I grabbed for my sword instinctively and held it infront of my chest.

The Prince who looked very tired and exhausted held up his hands. "Sorry, sorry."

I put my sword back in its holster "You're fine."

"So what do you need?" I acted casual. Placing my foot on one of the boxes.

Hope looked completely embarrassed, but instead of cringing she gave me this 'knock it off face'.

I gave her an equally annoyed face, not understanding what I was doing wrong.

"You had multiple gods in your world, right," the Prince asked.

I was confused. Hadn't we gone over this?

"Yes," I replied suspiciously.

He sighed, "okay good". The tired left to relieved, but the exhausted was still there. "Did you praise a god in your world."

I gave a glance to Hope, but she didn't glance back. She just bit her lip, looking really worried.

I guess I was supposed to answer.

"Ianite," I answered.

He smiled, looking frantic and on going happy. Hope smiled to, still staring at the Prince.

He was very animated now. "That's good. I've never met anybody else who-"

"Praised the same God," Hope interrupted him, still smiling. "We're pretty rare I guess?"

I put the pieces together. "So you're an Ianite".

"Yes", he glanced out the window and then back at us, "I have to go."

Hope didn't seem to take that as a good enough answer. "Where?"

"Meeting Hope," he reached for the doorknob.

He deals with her questions about as good as me.

He looked at Hope with big eyes and a dopey smile. "Don't bother the Herald anymore. For my sake."

And he shut the door as Hope started opening her mouth again.

"What?" Hope was flabbergasted, just staring at the door. "What the hell does that have to do with anything!?"

I patted Hope on the shoulder. "He can't hear you kid."

I opened the door and shut it behind me. I was ready to go back to that guest house and hide until everything was less cramped.

"I know!" she yelled behind the door.

Completely perplexed about the situation, I was walking back over to the wall that was almost done being built.

I hadn't seen Andor around. He was dealing with the complaints and questions about the Town Heralds wall.

The town guards in training had been more annoying than usual. They actually talked to me, maybe now realizing that I was a human being in this town. It was usually small things like stopping and asking if I needed help, like all the time. Probably in a mocking way since I told that one guy off.

I have no regrets.

Shepard ran up too me, which meant I might actually be able to see Andor today. When Shepard's in the town it usually means that Andor isn't to far behind him.

Shepard ran up jumping up against my legs almost kicking me over.

"Hi buddy."

I scratched Shepard on the head and oh my god petting dogs is the most satisfying thing ever. There just so happy to be alive and are all slobbery and big and loud. I mean I love Scarlett, but dogs!

"Hope."

And as I had predicated Andor was catching up with the crowd.

He had papers in his hands, so our conversation wasn't going to be too long. He was probably busy with something. "I need to borrow your back."

I did my sassy eyebrow raise thing, "what?"

"I need to sign the papers and write this out," he got a pen out of his pocket and started clicking at it, "now."

I was still very confused, "oh-," I paused turning around, "okay?"

He started signing the papers.

Am I supposed to continue a conversation like this? Eh, why the hell not?!

"So what's the hurry," I asked.

Andor was writing away. "Oh nothing," but his answer was to flustered to be just nothing.

"Fine," I answered gruffly, "don't tell me."

He stopped writing, shocked about my answer, and then continued writing.

"Andor!"

I was expecting the town Heralds voice, but instead I got a bullish, gruff, male voice from behind me.

Andor dropped all the papers.

I turned around to see what all the commotion was about.

There a man stood with a knotted dark grey beards. Tired blue eyes that almost looked grey with all of the color drained out of them met me with a scowled, disapproving look. A gold chest plate sat over a dreary brown shirt and behind him was a plain white cloak with sewn jewels.

The crown that he wore very proudly at the top of his head tipped me off.

"Father," Andor had a very surprised look on his face. All the color was drained out of his face like he had seen a ghost. "You weren't supposed to be back for four more days."

"Oh," I let out. I wasn't sure what approach I should take on the King. I had never met him, but I didn't like him. He seemed like a hero in everyone else's eyes, but when Andor talked about him he seemed uncomfortable.

"This is Hope," Andor introduced me, "one of the sky people."

He gave me the same look I was giving him. Not sure how to feel and very uncomfortable. "I see. This is the young lady your so fond-"

"FATHER," Andor interrupted the king, louder than I have ever heard him speak, "we have a problem with the taint that the herald wants to talk to you about".

The king glared at Andor, but Andor seemed like he had bigger problems to deal with.

He grabbed his dad's bony wrist, "let's go."

"Andor! What is wrong with you-" The king was continued to be dragged off by his son and his complaining was drowned off by the fishermen.

That was interesting.

I wiped some dirt off of Tuckers cheek. He was very preoccupied in his thoughts and was to busy to make sure he looked okay. He had almost left the guest house before cleaning up earlier.

Hope ran off to the town earlier so I hadn't seen her at the house. Not that I would have noticed her if she was there. I was basically babysitting Tucker since he was worrying about the taint, which was really the kingdoms problem.

He cared about the kingdoms problems, which was weird. I didn't understand what he owed the place and as much as it saddens me to say, I wasn't going to figure it out.

The kingdom was packed with construction workers and young guards that were building the wall.

The wall was humongous and very distracting. It made me feel bad that the beautiful port town had to have this big wall as an eyesore, just for protection. I also felt bad for the prince, because I don't think he got a very big opinion in the predicament.

I still couldn't figure out that one. Why he was always let out of the projects even though he seemed over the age of eighteen. He was also next in line even though he didn't seem to terribly thrilled about it.

In the distance by the bridge I could see the town Herald speaking to a man. A very tired looking old man wearing a crown.

Was this the king?

We walked over to the bridge. The herald was talking in scared mumbles and the king seemed very unhappy.

"Sir, no one was prepared for the taint to spread so quickly," the town herald trembled.

"I asked you to watch over the silver wood trees and now they're gone. The town has no protection and the taint will be banging on our doors in three months at the least!" he bellowed.

Tucker grabbed my hand, also watching the epidemic with a confused glare. We stayed a safe distance away, but enough to hear what was going on and enough to be noticed so maybe the argument would stop.

Well it wasn't much of an argument. The Herald looked scared out of his mind and the king was a very different type of scary. A mature scary.

"The trees were gone. Right after the travelers fell there was a red moon and it must have taken the trees-" the Herald stammered.

"Taken the trees away!" the king roared, "a red moon! Do you understand how ridiculous you sound?!"

The Herald continued to trip on his words, "it's true!"

"Go get priest Declan this minute and find a way to fix this, now!"

The Herald started to step away almost falling backwards, "y-y-yes sir."

He ran off to the church in a hurry, but in the backround I could hear him mumbling profanity and mockery that I'm quite glad the king didn't here.

"Hello," Tucker waved over. I wasn't to worried. Tucker was very good with Mianite, and even though Mianite was a kind god he was very stern. The king would be nothing. "Your majesty!"

The King glanced over to us. His expression didn't change, just continued to look lethargic.

He ambled over, not in much of a hurry.

Tucker and I walked over to meet him.

"Hi," Tucker leant out his hand charmingly, "I'm Tucker and this is Sonja. The people that fell from the sky."

The King shook his hand and nodded at me. He still had a stern face on and didn't even try to smile. "Hello travelers."

I smiled at him seeming that he needed cheered up. "Hello."

"We haven't got a bunch like you ever," he answered. "Quite odd you are."

"Differences in cultures," Tucker said. He stuck his hands in his pants pockets, which meant he was worried, "I guess you could say so."

"You and your friends have been very helpful. Loading off that cobble," he moved his gaze to Tucker, "and what with that bounty hunting job you took."

I was stunned by the Kings words.

Bounty hunter. Excuse me.

I glared at Tucker and even though he continued to smile at the king he noted it.

The king cleared his throat, noticing that I was not to happy with Tucker. "I have decided to reward you and your friends with a town house. The herald did promise this, yes."

Tucker nodded and my anger left for a moment, now realizing that we wouldn't have to share that house with the Ianites and Tom. "We would only need three."

I guess that meant me and Tucker were sharing.

"Less than what was originally going to be provided," The king have a hint of a smile, "I like hearing that."

Tucker smiled aswell now genuine, fealing very proud that he got the stone cold king to smile.

The smile left and so did the sense of achievement Tucker had. "I will need you all to meet me tomorrow at the docks around noon. Staying free in the town would make me hope that you will help with the taint."

Tucker nodded, his eyes filled with some disappointed. I knew there would be a catch. "Yes of course."

Our team decided to take matters into our own hands, since all of us find the town herald creepy.

Tucker said he would try to do some research on his own, but really we needed Wags help.

So Jordan and I went up to Wags tower early in the morning. Maybe we could catch him in a good mood.

The Ianites had seemed more off to everyone lately. Jordan seemed confused and for how smart he was that was strange. He usually can figure a conundrum up in a day or two.