Dan was cursed. Brenna had decided that. It was obvious. Whenever something happened, he was affected. When most people changed their age, he was one of the few that did. When people changed bodies, he was the one who did it the most. She had seen through his eyes... how could he not be cursed?
Now their fates were entwined. The young warrior wasn't sure when this had happened. It had started as nothing... as fun. She wasn't sure what it was now but it didn't feel like nothing nor did it feel like fun. Maybe it was the grandscheme of a god or fate or of whoever did this? They had saved her so they could keep hailing stones at her.
Brenna still did not think what to make out of her mother's confessions. She wanted to keep okay with it. She wanted to be okay with all these weird things that happened. She wanted to play it cool like Astrid. She did play it cool. But she wasn't cool. Often she just wished to be home again. Back then she had understood the world. Now everything was different. It wasn't bad when things were all right. When she could snuggle up to Dan in the morning, play with her nephew and laugh with her mother like she should have been able to during all these hard years.
But things weren't all right now and she felt lonely. Most people she knew weren't here and many of the others communicated over metal boxes instead of gatherings and laughter. That's how she had known Dan was younger again. Over a metal box. She didn't like it.
So when Brenna heard Dan's voice, she froze at first. He seemed to remember this place. It had to mean that he could remember her but this was not her Dan. "Mother isn't here right now," she said as she stepped into the bar and leaned against the door.