Memory loss chapter 1
A rise of the brave tangled dragons fanfic

Authors note: Hey! I'm back! It was so weird not having to post or reply to reviews or anything and that was only for a few days hehe it feels good to be back^^ anyway here we are with a new story! Ooooooh.. Well I won't keep you from it any longer I hope you enjoy this starter^^ please review (Ive missed hearing from you guys) and I will see you tommorow with the next chapter^^ see you then!

Thoughts slowly stirred in his head. What?... Where was he?... What was going on? He could feel the cold, hard ground underneath his skin. How had he ended up here? Why did everything ache? The throbbing in his head was almost unbearable. Perhaps it would be better if he went back to that peaceful darkness.

He almost slipped back into unconsciousness, but a voice broke through his mind. He could hear the light tones of a female voice. She sounded panicked, and worried. Was she alright? Was she in pain, like he was? Did he know her? A sudden thought hit him.

Who was he?... He didn't know.

He couldn't remember. All the past- (wait- how old was he? He had no idea). The past (insert age here) years of his life were gone. He heard the voice again. If she knew him, perhaps she could tell him who he was.

Forcing his tired, aching body into action, he stirred. With great effort, he opened his eyes.

A big, blurry world was all he could see. He blinked and his vision cleared a little, just enough for him to make out vague shapes. Was this a street? No, there were no cars, an alley then? That looked right, but what was he doing passed out in an alleyway.

Summoning his strength, he pushed against the floor, trying to get himself into a sitting position. Lifting his head, he noticed the girl he'd heard sitting in front of him. He saw a blurred arm reach out and hold his shoulder.
"Are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt? Were you attacked? Was it ruffians? Thugs? Are they still here?..." She asked bordering hysteria, she was speaking quicker and more terrified with each question.

As she spoke, he managed to get into sitting position, his face scrunched up in pain from the pounding in his head. He felt awful, but as he sat upright, his vision finally focussed, and he saw the girl, properly, for the first time.

She was a young girl of about sixteen, long, golden blond hair ran down her back. She was wearing a pretty pinky purple dress, but he didn't really take in any of that. All he noticed was the terror in her emerald green eyes, wide and round in fear.

Her endless parade of questions continued, making her more and more worked up as she asked them. He needed answers. He needed to know who he was. But, right now, he needed to help her.

"Woah hey, hey, calm down. Everything's going to be fine." He didn't know how he could say that having just woken up with no idea where or even who he was. Even hearing his own voice didn't sound right- like hearing a stranger's voice. He didn't even recognise his own voice.

Trying not to panic, for the girls sake, he took her trembling hand and looked right at her.
"It's alright." He said, reassuringly. It seemed to do the trick, she relaxed a little.
"Sorry." She muttered. "I'm supposed to be telling you everything's ok." She looked a little disappointed with herself, and decided to start over. "What's your name?" He opened his mouth, straining his mind though his empty memories to find something, anything, that might tell him who he was. He looked behind her, not really looking, lost in his empty, fruitless memory search- suddenly, his gaze fell upon the moon, and somehow, he found he knew the answer.

"Jack." He said, wishing he knew more. She frowned a little.
"Jack what?" She asked. He strained his memory, hoping for another sudden revelation, but none came. He shook his head.
"I don't know." She obviously thought he had concussion or something.
"Do you know what happened?" She asked him. Jack looked at her.
"I was hoping you could tell me." He admitted, her eyes fell.
"I don't know." She replied- well that makes two of them, Jack thought, absentmindedly.

"I was just walking to my house, my friends dropped me off nearby, and, I just saw you on the floor and went to see if you were ok." She finished.
"So you don't know me." Jack said. She shook her head, she didn't know who he was.

He tried not to look too crestfallen, but she noticed.
"What's wrong?" She queried, concerned.
"I just... I was kind of hoping you could tell me who I am, because I have absolutely no idea. I can't remember anything." He replied, she looked worried now.
"Perhaps you hit your head?" She suggested.
"It is sore." He admitted.
"Then you should remember, it's probably just concussion or something." She said, hopefully. Jack nodded, he dearly hoped so.

A particularly nasty throb made him put a hand up to his head.
"Are you hurt?" The girl asked.
"Headache." He replied. "Well, everything ache, really." She bit her lip, and twirled a finger in her hair like the was teetering on a decision. She grasped a handful of her hair, but before he could ask what she was doing, the sound of rising sirens caught his attention. Looking somewhat relieved, she dropped her hair.

"I called an ambulance, just in case you needed help." He nodded as the luminous yellow van halted by the open alleyway. He squinted at the lights and made out two, also luminous, figures coming towards them.

The girl got up to inform them on the situation. It was only then he appreciated just how long her hair was, it dragged behind her as she walked.

Once she'd filled the paramedics in on what had happened, they came over to him.

One of them, a lady, spoke to him, whilst her male companion used a bunch of weird looking equipment to examine him.
"Alright, Jack. My name's Ellie, I'm just here to make sure your ok, alright?" She talked rather slowly, and overly calm- which perhaps was useful for other people, but he just found it annoying. He considered playing a brainless idiot, that could barely lift his hand, but that would just cause further complications, so he nodded like he understood.

"Alright, now this young lady says you're suffering from a bit of memory loss, is that right?" He nodded again. "Right, so can you remember anything? Anything at all?" She asked, he tried again to remember anything, and again, recieved nothing.
"Just my name, Jack." He answered.
"No surname?Relatives?"

Relatives. That was something he hadn't thought about, was someone looking for him. He strained his memory... yet again, nothing. He shook his head.
"No." He told her.
"Alright we're just gonna check a few more things, then I think we'll take you back to the hospital, if that's ok." He really didn't want to go to the hospital, but he knew there was no arguing with her. He sighed, and let them carry on with their examination.

He saw a woman fussing over the girl who'd helped him.
"...saw the ambulance... didn't know what had happened! I told you to come straight into the house! I've warned you. People are dangerous." She scolded.
"But mother! He was knocked out, he was hurt!" She explained.
"And how do you think he got that way? What if the people who did that came back? You could have been killed!" She continued. Talk about an overprotective mother, Jack thought, but he could tell the poor girl believed every word- she was looking terrified again.

"Alright, that's all for now. Do you think you can stand?" The paramedic asked him. In response, he heaved his weight upwards as he set his feet on the ground, and stood. It was painful. Really painful. But he could do it.
His first step would have landed him back on the floor, if the paramedic hadn't caught him. Cursing his weakness and aching limbs, he let the woman support him as they made their way to the waiting ambulance.

The girl saw them moving, and though he couldn't see her, he heard her pleas to her mother.
"He's going to the hospital. Can I go and sit with him, mother, please?" She pleaded.
"No, you are not going anywhere with a bunch of strangers." Her mother said firmly.
"Well, then... can I at least go and visit him? Tomorrow, maybe?" She asked.
"You are not going to any hospital, and that is final." The woman snapped. Jack turned round, and the last he saw of her, was her getting pulled into her house.

She'd gone through all that trouble for him, and now he doubted he'd ever see her again. He wished she could have come to the hospital with him, he would have appreciated at least one familiar face- even if they had only met a few minutes ago.

As he climbed into the back of the ambulance, he thought he saw her face watching him from her bedroom window, before the doors closed and blocked her from view. Then he realised something.

He never even knew her name