He can only remember her.
How could he ever forget her? Those wonderful eyes, that beautiful smile. He was just a child when he met her, but he could remember her so clearly. His father had been called to assist Queen Adriana in royal matters. That was another thing. He couldn't remember anything about his father beyond the fact that he was brilliant. That's why the Queen had chosen him as her advisor. There wasn't anything his father didn't know. It was a wonderful trait he inherited from him.
"Hi. I'm Dellana! What's your name?"
"Umm...Am-Ambrose, y-your Highness."
"Well, Ambrose, we can be best friends! But, only on one condition."
"Y-yes your Highness?"
"Forget that I'm a princess."
He found it was the little things he could remember. Little bits and pieces of conversations, and visuals that would randomly appear into his mind throughout the day. But most of his memories were with her. She was his childhood. Like an older sister who would watch out for him. The more time they spent together, the more Ambrose opened up. He became less shy, and he eventually lost his stutter. He thought of it as a miracle actually. The way Dellana welcomed him into her life so quickly. No one had ever wanted to be his friend before. All the other children thought he was weird. Before he met the princess, he would stay in his cabin all day. He would be literally lost in his thoughts, and going outside was at the very bottom of his mental list of things-to-do.
"Ambrose, why don't you go out and play?"
"There's n-no one t-to play w-with."
"You don't have to have someone to play with,son. Why don't you go outside and pick some apples?"
"N-no thanks. Besides, t-the other kids w-will see m-me and make fun of m-me."
Della never made fun of him. She was always very patient with him. She used to tell him that the reason he had a stutter was because he was too smart for his own good and just had too many ideas to share with the world. She understood the pain he felt when other children poked fun at him. When children didn't know who she was, Della would also get made fun of because of her eyes.
"Hey look! It's the demon girl!"
"Ya, what's with your eyes? You look like a bug!"
"And not the cool kind! The gross kind you squish with your foot!"
"H-hey s-stop picking on h-her!"
"Ya, what're you gonna do? Force me to figure out what the heck you're saying?"
He remembers saying something else. But he can't remember what is was. But he remembers what happened after that. The boy walked over to him and pushed him down hard. He remembers laying on the ground, crying. And he remembers Della...
"Hey! You leave him alone!"
"Or what, bugface?"
He remembers her face turning red. And he can remember wanting to be brave and strong; to push this bully down for not respecting her. He felt embarassed for not standing up for her, and he remembers what happened next in great clarity. The boy and his friends marched up to them, and Della met them half-way. She snapped her fingers, and at the same time flicked her wrist. A brilliant light flew off of her hand and and landed on his jacket. He desperately tried to brush it off, but it spred. Soon the boy was dancing around like a mad-man and yelling that it itched. His friends grew frightened and ran off leaving him to run after them.
"Ambrose?"
"Y-yes, Della?"
"You're the bravest person I know."
He can only remember her.
He can't remember who he was. He isn't Ambrose any more; only a shell of a once brilliant man. Now he's Glitch. A person so scatter-brained that he sometimes can't even remember his own made up name. And now, he wanders the halls of the palace; touching, smelling, looking. Anything to trigger a memory or two. He hasn't talked with the Queen since his arival after the eclipse. It would be too painful for both of them. When he first saw her again, he couldn't remember her name. He tried as hard as he could, but he couldn't remember it. The Queen had looked at him sadly, tears filling her eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of making her upset again. So now he wandered around, looking for lost memories as if they were Easter eggs; determined to remember enough so he could be able to actually hold a real conversation with his long lost friend.
Because he can only remember her.
I hope you like it so far. Yes, I said so far. I plan to continue this. This was just something I was inspired to write one night. And no, this doesn't mean that I've forgotten my other stories. Trust me, I'm doing ya'll a favor because when I write, my whole heart has to be in it and I need to be in the mood to write it or else it really suffers. So I will continue my other stories, don't give up on me! Plz! It's all my muse's fault!! (Oh and school. School sucks. LOL)