Chapter forty-two:

AMELIA'S POV “You're a descendant of the divine herb makers, interesting.” Ivana said as we walked. “We are already at the marketplace, let the search begin.” Cassio announced. “You should do the search, afterall it was you who lost it. None of them had an idea that you brought the fork along. Amelia and I would just wait at a corner.” Ivana smirked. Cassio humped, before looking down at the ground in search of the fork. Scymodus joined him, like they hadn't fought earlier. “Was your mother also a divine herb maker? She asked. “Uh, I don't know. I don't know my parents, and I barely have any memories of them.” I chuckled, sadly. “Oh, sorry about that.” She muttered. “I wonder why I don't have any memories of them. Maybe they must have died when I was a baby or something. But there's this locket that has been on my neck since I can remember, and it has fading pictures of a man and a woman. They must be my parents, I feel connected to it.” I smiled, rubbing the locket softly. “Can I take