"Archie, a nice name," I insisted, "let's get to the topic, why do you want me here? Hanging out with a cold-blooded fairy and a boyish girl that I'm not supposed to?"

  "Well, I am not a boyish girl, and this fairy's name is Rink, not 'cold-blooded' fairy. I am going to explain all of this later, but let me tell you what we will do now." She smile hardly, angrily. Rink flying beside her have her face popped bright red, trying to hold her reddish anger. All in a sudden, an silver-bright ball in a image of a clock flew out of Rink's hand, flying towards me and hit me in the chest.

  "It....it's magic! I thought Minecraft already banned that! I can't move!" I screamed, "Archie, do something!"

  "Her power of magic is force, she can do anything with force. she will release you when I finished talking." She chuckled, look at Rink, then continue her talking.

  "We're going to go back to the place where you're born, to find back your memory. Now, follow me."

"How am I going to follow you?" I questioned, looking at my unmovable body.

  "Oops, sorry. Rink, release him."

  I want to find back my memory, even though they're not really trustable, but at least I'll try.

  We walked through the forest with Archie until my legs are sore and my throat are sandy. I only saw animals playing around, but not a sight of water, that's strange. It's almost dawn, but it looks like we're not even near the destination. Rink is flying with non-stopping puffs, flying left and right unsteadily. Looks like she's having a really sore wings.

  "Rink, you can sit on my shoulder," I said, but she stared at me, and fly to her master's shoulder. "If you want."

  We continue walking until a howl broke the silence, all in a sudden, the pale blue sky turned into a black scary sky, it's night time. How could this be in a sudden? Then, a bigger howl sounded. Archie freeze, and we stood where we was, wondering what was that. Then there's a howl again, a louder and nearer howl. 

  "Rink, set up a territory bubble." Archie pull out a diamond sword as Rink shoot out a pink ball on top of us, and a round pink wall surrounded us.

  "What was that? It sounds like a herd of wolf," I breathe in a unrhymed way, watching the dark bushes and trees around us, "Archie, you listening?"

  "The magic smiths," Archie glared around, "they're here."