<span style="font-style: italic">high kick, roundhouse, upper cut, block,-</span><br/><br/>â€œHey boss something came in the mail for you!â€ Rickâ€™s deep baritone broke her concentration her steps faltered and she came to a halt. Seria whirled on him prepared to verbally berate him for interrupting a time that she had strictly explained was not to be disturbed, then she saw the look on his face as he approached her.<br/><br/>â€œWhat is it?â€ She asked accepting the white envelope that he held out to her.<br/><br/>â€œIt feels a little shady, boss, no return addressâ€¦. Something about this thing is justâ€¦.off.â€ He said green eyes staring worriedly at her. She waved him off with the hand that wasnâ€™t holding the envelope.<br/><br/>â€œItâ€™s fine, Iâ€™m sure itâ€™s nothing.â€ She turned the envelope in her hands noting the sealâ€¦a seal that was familiar to her. Memories flooded her mind of a long forgotten summer camp she had attended. Warm sun, campfires, swimming, friends she had forgotten to keep in touch with. Somehow she could almost feel the feel the sun on her skin, smell the grass. How had she forgotten it all?<br/><br/>â€œBoss?â€ Rick asked waving a hand in front of her face. Seria blinked and looked at him. â€œYou okay? Your eyes went glassy there for a sec.â€ Seria nodded.<br/><br/>â€œThanks Rick. Iâ€™m going to look this over. Iâ€™ll be in my office if anyone needs me.â€ She turned and started towards the door at the far end of the room. She opened the door still looking at the letter, Rick was right there was no return address or anything to tell her where this had come from. She frowned and kicked the door shut with one steel toed combat boot. In three strides she had reached her desk and collapsed into the chair. She propped her feet up on the desk and stared at the slip of paper in her hand for a moment before sliding her finger under the seal and opening the letter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Seria Megami, what better time than now to revisit a place of so many fond memories? Please join us for a reunion at the camp.</span>Below that was an address and the camp seal again. There was no signature and the words had been printed from a computer. Her eyes narrowed, and she tossed the letter to the side.<br/><br/>â€œWhy the hell would I want to go back? Iâ€™m in a fine spot, no time to go reminiscing.â€ She muttered, as her eyes slid back to the paper. â€œRidiculous. Iâ€™m arguing with a sheet of paper.â€ She turned back to the stack of paper on her desk, bills that needed to be paid and information that needed to be filed.  But her eyes kept drifting back to that paper. She wanted to go back. Camp contained happy memories, but why bother going back? She rose and walked back out of the office.<br/><br/>â€œRick Iâ€™m taking the rest of the day off. I might not be around for a few days. Youâ€™re in charge till I get back.â€ She said catching him as she headed for the door.<br/><br/>â€œYou got it Seria.â€ He said as the door clicked shut behind her.<br/><br/>As she walked through the parking lot she pulled her leather jacket on over the blue shirt sheâ€™d been wearing.  Next came the helmet as she slung her left leg over her Harley and took started the engine. Taking a moment to listen to her baby purr, she revved her engine and took off down the road.<br/><br/>Seria knew the area the camp was in and had memorized the address before leaving her building. She couldnâ€™t exactly look at the letter while riding her bike. She coasted down the dirt road coming to a halt behind the cars of the others.<br/><br/>â€œYeah because this isnâ€™t shady at all.â€ She grumbled removing her helmet and hanging it on her handle.<br/>That was when the flashback hit with an intensity it hadnâ€™t reached in ages, there was no warning only sudden and intense pain. Her knees buckled and she grabbed her bike for support.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Her right arm hung uselessly at her side blood poured from the wound, as her left hand wielded a dagger. Fire raged around her and screams filled her ears. <br/><br/>â€œGuys?! Where is everyone?â€ Blood clouded her vision as she looked around for anyone she knew. As she turned a shadowed loomed over her before her vision went black and she felt herself falling. The screams around her came to a peak and she swore she heard someone calling her name.</span><br/><br/>Seria came back to the current time and place laying on her side in the dirt and clutching her right arm. She stumbled back to her feet and looked around. Praying no one had seen this moment of weakness, thankfully there was no one around. She breathed a sigh of relief and pulled off her jacket, the dirt clung to it and she grimaced in annoyance. What in the hell were these flashbacks, she had never had anything like that happen to her before, how could she have flashbacks about it? Deftly she started to dust herself off as she walked down the road. Wondering if the others had already gotten together.<br/><br/>She came to a halt in as she reached the camp. She stared around at a place that had seemed so full of life in memories. Now it seemed dead.<br/><br/>â€œHello? Whereâ€™s everyone?â€ She called looking for the others who she knew were already here. Something felt warm on her left hand and she looked down at the ring she always wore there. She must be imagining things, the sun was warming the red stone that lay in the silver bandâ€¦right? Stones didnâ€™t just warm themselves all on their own. She ran her fingers though her red hair and kept walking around the camp, blue eyes scanning the perimeter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Iâ€™m going mad. None of this makes any sense. Theseâ€¦.episodes are only getting worse, and thereâ€™s no way that stone is getting warm all on its own.</span>