When Shadow began his training, Scratch wandered off into what was once his friend's room. He explored curiously at the room, wondering what kind of person Shadow was in his younger years.

On the walls, there was a parchment with different symbols about it. His eyes then went to the windowsill where it had shown a potted plant with shiny looking rocks at the base.

Who knew that he and Shadow lived different lives. Scratch didn't remember much of his old life...but he did remember growing up in fear of magic, in fear of witches, while Shadow himself was a witch. Who knew he would become friends with the very thing he feared most. He thought all he knew about witches was that they were bad.

I guess I was only looking into the eyes of evil itself, Scarlett. He thought to himself.

"Are you okay?" The nameless black wolf asked, which made Scratch jump out of his skin.

"What? Oh, yeah. I was just....thinking..."

The black wolf chuckled. "Mind I ask about what?"

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"No, not at all!" Scratch said, his eyes looking back up at Shadow's chart. "I was just remembering what my old life was like."

"I never asked you what your story was...who you were before the curse was set upon you?"

"I barely remember my past....the only memories I have left was when my father left me and my brother...he promised to come back, he had to take care of some things...but he never came back...." Scratch can feel himself start to get angry. "After i was cursed, I had a plan to bring my brother back once I found him, but...that day never came."

"You were abandoned?"

"I know my brother never would...but my father for sure did. He was gone for years, but he never came back. I thought he was sick of us, then decided he wanted to leave us but didn't say anything. Why do you care about my past anyway? Do YOU have one?

"No, I just want to get to know you guys. I've got no one else left."

Scratch sighed. "I'm sorry, I never liked to speak about my father...I've been told I have many similar traits, but I want nothing to do with him."

"It's not easy talking about someone you despise. I'll drop the subject."

"Thanks...I don't think I've properly introduced myself, but the name's Scratch. I don't remember my actual name, but Valerian keeps calling me Max....so I guess thats my name."

"Max...." the wolf mumbled to himself. Scratch tilted his head. "What? Something wrong?"

"I've heard that name before...I may have known about you before...or met you...one of the two."

"I was a popular child among the villagers. Everyone knew me."

"I see."