CHAPTER fifty: In Chorleywood.

　　Conroy secretly dreaded that they would soon reach Chorleywood as it lay beyond the next stretch of trees. Their ride from Valeria to the forest had been quite gloomy and barely few words has been spoken between them. Her eyes growing dim, her cheeks paler and her smile dwindled as they rode.

　　Taking her to Chorleywood became a task he’d wished he shied away from.

　　“Are you sure you want this? We can turn back if you want, Chorleywood is no more than half a league away.”

　　Conroy asked with a stern expression betraying his concern for Amelia as she turned in her saddle, head cocked to one side and her hair blew wildly behind her.

　　“No, I must do this. I owe it to myself. I cannot hide from this. I have seen how my parents and clansmen were brutally murdered, I need to avenge their deaths.” She said with a stubborn jut of her chin, “If I regain my memory when we arrive there, do you give me your word to help me kill whoever did that to them?”