Oren felt more than a little doubtful all of a sudden as he looked from his phone to the castle and back. He fiddled with the bag slung over his shoulder for a moment (he had walked most of the way out here), then read the letter again. Doubtful, sure, but it as theonly thing he had to go on right now. (The voice in his mind had insistd it'd probably help.) 

Part of him  sort of wanted to head home and forget everthing that had happened, but the voice reminded him if he went home, he'd never find out what this was about. Besides, his parents would probably be convinced he had schizophrenia and send him off somewheree.

He felt a wry grin creep up onto his face as the voice went on about how if he went back he'd be in even more trouble, that this was worth their time, bla bla bla. Ever since the voice was in his mind, Oren felt like he could do anything he wanted and there was nothing to stop him from just walking away from his current life,

The boy quickly switched the smirk to a friendly grin as he walked over to the girl already at the front doors. "Hey," he said cheerfully as he walked up beside her, "i didn't think there'd be anyone else here, this place's in the middle of nowhere."