6 CHAPTER FIVE...

Where am I? Am I dreaming? Yeah, this is probably a dream, I say to comfort myself. I turn around to locate a source of light but I'm greeted with nothing but the colour black. I try moving forward but nothing changes. It's still black; tired of moving, I sit down on the floor. It's cold and lonely. That I felt cold left me wondering if this really is a dream.

I continued to sit in the cold and empty vacuum for what seemed to be months until I saw light. It was little, but it was still light. With a glimmer of hope, I started moving towards this light, but the closer I got, the more it faded away.

Faster, faster, faster. I needed to get there faster!

When I finally reached the source, it was a girl, about my age with jet black hair and red eyes. She wasn't smiling, but she was beautiful. She sat down on the floor and stared at a torch whose batteries were about to die.

"who are you?" I ask, still confused.

" A sister." she said, still looking at the torch.

She's a weird one.

silence filled the air as none of us spoke

"who are you?" she finally asked me.

"I'm Lema; Lema Grant." I replied.

"Is that all?" she continued; still staring at the torch.

"Huh?"

"I asked who you were, not what your name was, and you said that you were Lema Grant. Who is Lema Grant?

"... He is the third son of duke Grant" I replied proudly as i sat down, facing the girl

"and if you take that away, who are you?" The girl continued to probe me.

"ok... I'm the brother of Jaja and Dalmar Grant."

"and if I take that away...Who are you Lema?"

Who am I? I'm the third son of honorable Mr Grant, the younger brother of Jaja and Dalmar Grant. But apart from that, I'm nothing.

"I don't know..." I replied as I buried my head in my knees.

"but that is a question only you can answer, Lema."

"I'm... I'm just the shadow of my father and brothers." I say as I feel a lump form in my throat. Truth is, few people even know my name. I'm usually referred to as Jaja's brother or the third Grant. But that...isn't me. I'm tired of chasing after Jaja and Dalmar. I want to be known as Lema the great, not the third son of some duke. I want to be me.

"Maybe that's who you want to be. 'Just a shadow.' but as long as it's you that defines it, i guess that's okay." She replied.

" I want to be Lema." I say with a cracked voice. I look back at the girl, who now has a smirk on her face.

" What is your name?"

" It's Olivia," she replied.