Danté was tired of his family, so he packed his clothes, a small note book, and his book. He kissed his mother good-bye, ignored his sister rambling, and stepped out the door. He had no idea where he was going, and didn't care anyway. He was gonna adventure to somewhere. Somewhere special.
He had walked for almost a day, and began to feel sick. He layed beside a road he had walked to, and took a 'nap'. He was dreaming of scary things I don't think I should write. Most of them were so realistic, he would cry out in pain while he slept. The dreams terrified him.
He woke up to a woman and a boy about a year or to older then Danté watching him. He was in a home he'd never been to, yet it was more comforting than the house he HAD lived in.



End of part 3.