Ninety-Seven: Whether Or Not He Is Alive.

ELIANA.

I stood at the apex of the hills, winds running through my hair as I looked at my Dad.

All he'd done was tell me the story about how he met my mother but he left out one part—the most important part and the reason I was here in the first place.

"Where is he?" I blurted out of my lips, realizing a child named Boy was a lot harder to find. "Where is my Brother?" I raised my voice, tears stinging the back of my eyes and a hard lump went down my Dad's throat. It was clear he was somehow replaying a core memory in his head.

And whatever it was, it was strong enough to let the tears flow down his cheeks. He was disheveled once our eyes met again.

"I don't know" He muttered.

"What do you you don't know?" I asked him. "You knew of the child even though you've kept him a secret all this time, from me and everyone else. You knew him because Mom told you. How can you stand there and then lie that you don't know where he is right now."

"I told you about the Curse, finding Boy could be t