Sorry it's been a long time since I uploaded, but with exams in that nonsense it took me a while to find my way back to the story let alone find any inspiration to write. So here we go chapter two of I'll Never Forget.


Breakfast was the calm before the storm, perhaps her last bit of free time before the ball. Sometimes she really hated being a princess, the formal affairs are fun but the preparations are downright dreadful. Currently she was having breakfast with Glitch, seeing as she had overslept and her mother decided not to send a maid to wake her. So kind, yeah right, but it wasn't all bad this time. She had a rather nice wake up call when Glitch, who apparently overslept too, came up to her room to see if she was there before going to breakfast. Her whole morning went by rather quietly with only a bit of quiet chatter passing between them. All through breakfast she was plotting her escape for later that day after her dress fitting.

In truth though she was enjoying this time with Glitch much more than she probably should, but she knew that she probably wouldn't see him for the rest of the day and with her not at the ball either. She felt as though her heart was being crushed, her mother didn't know that she loved Glitch. So her evening would more than likely consist of meeting eligible suitors. Also depending on how dominant Ambrose is in his decision, Glitch may not even go to the ball. He might just hide out in the lab. She remembered talking to her mother about this very topic. Apparently she never was able to get Ambrose to go to any balls without having to order him to.

DG hoped with all her being that he would go, if she had to be around stuffed shirts all evening so did he. Even if it means she has to hunt him down. She desperately wanted him beside her as she was reacquainted with the citizens of the O.Z., with him at her side she knew that she could take on anything that was thrown at her.

"Princess, it is time for your final fittings for your dress." DG looked over to the source of the sound. It was one of her serving maids. She stood and let out a great sigh, shaking her head. "Brilliant, torture here I come." She mumbled just loud enough for Glitch and herself to hear. The maid turned around to exit the room and DG just looked at Glitch and mouthed the words 'Save Me'. He chuckled and smiled apologetically at her. "See ya soon, Doll." She laughed inwardly as she felt her stress slightly melt away. As she passed him she ruffled his ever messy hair. She loved him too much for her own good.

Now onto the torture. Sometimes it is horrible being a girl, and it was always worse being a princess. Especially when you're a bit of a tomboy.

*~O-oOo-O~*

How is it, that he could feel so lonely when she only left a few minutes ago, he feels as though a piece of him has been stolen away. Well… Other than his brain of course. He picked at his breakfast for a while longer, before he gave up and pondered where to go. He ended up going to his lab; at least there he wouldn't be able to in trouble or in the way, too much. Also there he has the possibility of stumbling upon a memory.

He hurried down the stairs lost in thought of many things like DG, his past, his journey after he met DG, and DG. As his mind wondered he managed to run into Wyatt Cain, literally. "Zipperhead." Cain said annoyance and surprise evident in his voice. Glitch stepped back quickly and being his clumsy self managed to trip up the stairs backwards, he nearly bashed his head of the step. "Sorry Cain I- I-I-I didn't mean to." He hated when he did that, almost anytime he was nervous or surprised he would start glitching. Cain lowered his head and began to laugh; sometimes scaring the zipperhead was way too easy.

"C-C-Cain. Cain, are you alright? What in the name of the O.Z. is the matter with you?" Glitch was beginning to panic. This was too weird to see Cain laughing like this.

Cain reached out a hand to help Glitch to his feet. "Sorry it was just your face. It was…" He pauses for a moment searching for the appropriate word, "Choice." Glitch accepted the hand and stood, jaw dropped looking at Cain. Who knew that of all the people in the O.Z. Wyatt Cain had a sense of humor. "Shut your mouth or you'll catch flies." Glitch jerked hi mouth shut quickly and instantly regretted it when his teethed crashed together painfully. Cain just rolled his eyes, "What's the matter headcase? Didn't think I had a sense of humor." Glitch finally snapped out of it and began to angrily dust of his clothes.

"Cain that wasn't very nice." Great that's all he needed to do. The inhabitants of the castle already thought him rather childish. Cain's smile slipped from his face. "Glitch, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a joke." Glitch interrupted, "A rather cruel joke. Oh well, see you later Cain." He hurried away to his lab leaving Cain a bit confused on the stairs.

He certainly wasn't going to be able to concentrate much on anything right now. He walked over to his desk, which was a disorderly beast, and plopped down into the old, broken-down, overstuffed chair and scanned the room. He remembered his first time here as Glitch, the whole room a new world for him to explore. It had been cleaned up a bit since his return, but now he could remember that it had always been chaotic; especially in his time as Ambrose. He could vaguely remember the way that even in the mess there was some sort of unorthodox order, while some of it was arranged in a manner anyone could figure out. If it wasn't just so he couldn't think properly, funny how that works.

He caught a glint of silver out of the corner of his eye. He quickly moved to try to spot the source; he saw the flash of silver again, on his desk. He began to rummage through the junk that covered his desk, bits and pieces falling noisily to the floor. "Aha!" He finally found the object that stole his whole attention, it was a silver locket.

It was small and so dainty that it looked as though it would break at that slightest touch. He traced its heart shaped form brushing the dust from it. It was marked with elegant spiraling markings and had one large emerald in the center. He could feel the pull of a distant memory at the corner of his mind. He, Ambrose had crafted it and its every detail. "He couldn't have…" He muttered gently shaking his head in disbelief. He tried to pull forward the memory but it just wouldn't budge, stuck on the edge of his thoughts, teasing him. He couldn't possibly have made it for her. Could he?

This was all too confusing. He shook his head once more as though in hopes of knocking his thought back in order. He silently slipped the locket back into his pocket of his ever-present coat. He decided that it would be best to go out to the gardens, he could use the fresh air, and all of a sudden the air in here seemed rather thick and foreboding.

*~O-oOo-O~*

She couldn't stand it anymore; she had gone half crazy from standing still during the dress fitting. She had never mastered the skill of standing still; it just wasn't her thing to be pampered. She'd rather be out and about wreaking havoc. She couldn't help it that she was mischievous in nature; it is just part of who she is. As soon as they finish with the dress she would make here escape. She thought about where she could possibly hideout for a couple of hours and relax. Ambrose's lab? No that wouldn't work she was too likely to get caught on the way down, and between her sister and her mother they would figure out she was there. She decided the garden because then she could go and sit beneath her favorite willow tree.

She remembered how she used to climb that old tree and hide high within its branches. Also there are more places to hide outside. She changed back into her normal clothes. 'Now's my chance.'hanks


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