The Realms of Nevergo

## Chapter One

Lorrie opened her eyes and closed them again and covered her head, in great pain.

He screamed and spoke blindly before he opened it again, just a titbit, and saw the white walls staring at him with his eyes staring at him.

The white-marble walls cleared his head as far as his borders, and he screamed.

“Hello? Hello? "He asks what's behind him." Are you okay "

Lorrie didn't like it this time. Her gaze swam as he urged her to focus, knowing she was looking up at the ceiling. Surprisingly, there may not be a light bulb in the room.

Is it sunny? How are you?

He nodded again and looked at the boy's face, what he was looking at and the beginning of the trembling of his forehead. She was looking for her maturity, with her blonde hair and bright pink eyes.

It smells like pines and the bark of a forest. Lorrie shuddered and her fingers rejoiced at the sight of her first name hard and clear in her brain: Lorena. Lorena… what?

"A-Aha ..." Lorrie began, not sure if the stranger was worried about her. "What- Who… Why… H-How… Where am I?"

He’s just a fan for the manager, but he’s better. It may be bitten by the boy’s eyes. They are… kind of… wrong, frosty.

It's cold.

But be kind, maybe. The blessings? There seems to be a lot of concern for him.

"Do I know you?" Lorrie finally asks after the son fails to speak. Because he did an awesome job.

"You don't remember…? I mean you know me. I don't know you. Did you know a stranger before?" He asked a simple question, which helped. let him sit up.

Lorrie's eyes also darkened as the blood dripped on her head and she swung for a moment, almost falling on top of the new baby.

"Oh, we'll go right there," she told him. "I'm Hawthorne. It's just Hawthorne. Nice to meet you, what's your name?"

A Lamp to a Friend. Don't worry.

“Lorina. Call me ---- "

“Oh, name name! I love those. Let's think of a really good one in the future. You can call me Toa ‘H’ if you like, ”Hawedorne exclaimed.

"K-No," Lorrie complained, taking him to the swimming pool.

Hawthorne laughed. “Right, girl. Hopefully you’ll be a tomboy, but it doesn’t matter. Do you know that you are one of these threats?

Lorrie looked at him. Is he? He was completely lost. How could he do anything if he didn’t know himself, other than his name.

He inspected the bed and found that it was white, without a single tissue, still bright and still bitter. There was only one door, a gray door and white pillows hung on the side of the door post.

Hawthorne reached out his hand to point at her. "Do you need help?"

Lorrie was shocked. "But I don't know you!"

Hawthorne cried and put his hand back. “Yep, easy. Say, can we call you Evil? ”

Lorrie shot him with a horrible look. "Ready!" He started, as if holding his nose. "WHAT'S THE FOOD ?!"

Hawthorne stepped back and stretched his arms out without intimidation. “Your house? Do you live here? After I saw you shooting at the wall did you come to this boring room? Sorry, you may have touched your head, "he said to her, stretching out his fingers." How many fingers am I holding? "

Lorrie rolled her eyes. "Ana, million," he said, "Where did those questions come from? Then you can put the injured person on your fingers. Ana what does it mean to say, 'I jumped against the wall. '? Yes, friend, i Am I missing something? I don't hang out with crazy boys going back home. Are you my brother? But you said you don't know me "Oh, I will be sent as Noah. Please tell me the doings of the world. "

"Hm, well you forgot that Bloodhound is looking for you, you're a hunter so we have to move forward now?" Hawthorne disperses, seemingly weak.

"So I'm the *sponsor*? What's the *sponsor*?" Lorrie protested, looking at Hawthorne with both eyes like a thief.

Lorrie was all lost and ignorant, like a brain ball. Everything he wanted was thrown away, but full of things he didn’t do.

It didn't take long for a word to enter his mind, before Hawthorne told him what it looked like.

"Country," he whispered, wanting to test the word with his tongue. There is a kind of knowledge, of all peoples. "Is this the country?"

According to Hawthorne, "This is not the land. This is the territory of Nevergo. It's very similar; no one will come out."

*No one? And why did a door come out ... Yes, friend. You are very blind.*

But other than meeting a mysterious teenager, Lorrie didn’t want to know about Nevergo, she wanted to know what the land was like. It’s kind of different, it’s different, it’s about him.

"Am I from the country?" Lorrie cried as she looked at Hawthorne with wide eyes. Hawthorne returned to her smooth and surprising appearance. But he still bowed in surprise. "How are you- Ana," he replied forcefully, "No. You are not of this country. Who knows where you are from?

Her eye was badly bitten, Lorrie noticed.

*Take that, blonde-head!*

"You know what?" Lorrie continued, looking straight at him. Hawthorne seems to have a lot of energy to pay attention to him.

"Ready!" He exclaimed, looking a little smaller, and stood to watch. “Let it go, ok? I don’t want anyone else to know that you’re the actor, for anyone else to know that the two men of the scene have met since the end, to know that the remaining three have been found. It’s time to find them, the brand has begun. I’m the Icebender, but come on, before Bloodhound sees us here or around. ”

*The Bloodhound? What is that?*