I know most of you who read probably thought I died. I mean I have not updated in over a month. Well I am really sorry. I could list a whole bunch of excuses why but that would be pointless because you would only guide your mouse down to the bottom of the story. so I guess I wont tell you why so lets get on with the story…

Memoirs of the Forgotten

Once upon a time there was a young child. A young child who had no family who had no home who nothing but love in her heart. She did not know where she came from but she never used that as an excuse. Instead as she watched other children playing with there siblings and other families going into there homes to eat there warm dinners and get tucked in to bed with a wonderful story to bring to them to sleep. She would laugh with herself and play make-believe. And try to forget. She would live her life in enjoyment with out having to go to bed with out having to eat her dinner but to play forever and ever and never grow up…

"All those who love stories gather round."

She seemed so peaceful. Sleeping there so humbly so serene like she was when we were children. She seems so per-

Before I could finish my observations of Ahiru I could smell something familiar in the air. The sent was unmistakable. It was it was my brother. I tried to trace the sent in the thick air. I could smell it the unmistakable smell of blood. There were killing someone.

I had been walking for hours. My mind was still pounding relentlessly against my head. Everything was to blurry to see and for a few moments I would forget what I was searching for. I needed sleep. I couldn't stop though I have to find Ahiru first I have to know that she is okay. I cant stop unless I know that she is alright. Even if am battered and bruise by the time I get there.

The only light in the thicket was the glaring moon the illuminated the figure of the shadow knight. He was a thin smudge in the lining of the darkness. Still they could smell him his royal aroma entrancing the air. Though they could not see them the three brothers knew there was a delectable meal waiting within the pasture.

Fakir hadn't realized how close he was to Ahiru and the others. Jeulrai still hadn't caught his scent either. None the less he was getting closer. Something about the way he was going was giving him this feeling. A feeling telling him to go the other way. A feeling telling him there was danger lurking in the pasture.

Still he pushed his feet to keep moving. Because there was a stronger feeling telling him there was something there that was calling him.

He couldn't tell in the distance three pairs of demon eyes obscured in the darkness of the field that were hungrily finishing off a meager meal of a small quail that had misfortunately ran into them in the blackness of the night. They had finished the poor creature in matter of minutes. Tearing it into little shreds of pieces. Pulling one way and the other. Breaking pieces of brittle bones. And sparing no meat on the cracked bones. In the air they could smell him but more importantly they could smell them. The birds. And best of all they could smell there pure hearts. A swan one deciphered and an owl and crow how delicious.

They made their way through the thicket. Knowing soon they will meet the path of the swan owl and the crow. There eyes grew a rye ruby color. They took off in a full sprint towards the sleeping wonders. Unannounced to them lurking there in a un submissive stance was there younger brother ready to protect his precious princess.

Ahiru felt something wet nudging at her cheek. Flashing her eyes open she gave a shrill scream seeing to sharp amber eyes piercing into her reflection. For a moment she was in pure fret. Finally when she calmed down she realized that it was Jeulrai trying to awaken her from her sleep.

"Jeulrai is that you?" She asked her voice timid and weak in fear. He could only shake his head with a brief yes as he kept ruffling her to her feet.

"Hey, ey wait Jeulra- what are you doing, stop it, why do you keep pushing-" Jeulrai for a single second and Ahiru could read his worried look. Something was wrong.

He looked at pleasingly, "Ahiru please we have to get away from here I smell something dangerous coming this way." He gave another heavy tug at her finally she was out of her daze and began to wake the others.

"Where are we going." Rue screamed as she tried to keep up with the other two's rapid pace. Like her Ahara had fallen behind Ahiru and Jeulrai's pace. It was useless to try to catch up with them. With Ahiru natural speed and Jeulrai being in his animal form it would be impossible to catch up with them.

Ahiru looked back noticing that Rue and Ahara were lagging well behind them. They were hardly a dot in the bland field. Ahiru gave a ruff huff before she strung her words into a slender sentence. "What about the others we have to help them."

"Don't worry!" He retorted, "Ahara will protect that crow princess just find you have nothing to worry about." Waiting for a response.

He got none…

He felt a light tinge spark in his heart and then settle uneasily. He had to put it aside for now at the moment he was more worried about surviving his brothers. He rather live another day with Ahiru mad, then die at the merciless vengeance of his brothers.

He could tell there smell was getting closer. Now he could see them. There black coats shimmering with every jump they made towards the sky. All three of them stopped mid distance away from the fox and swan. Still they were trying to lick away the salty taste of the quail they had snacked on moments ago. They began to circle around each other. Howling and laughing abruptly. They then stopped all together. Turned there dead full gaze upon the two.

They howled at they inched closer to the couple. Jeulrai took his stance. Putting himself between Ahiru and the wolves. He gave a bellowed growl forming from his inner being. With all his strength he growled a mighty roar. Slinking to the ground ready to attack.

" 'Ey look Mackenzie our little brother is trying to be brave in front of his little birdy friend. Oh how cute." Bailey Screeched so disgustingly it made Ahiru's stomach churn. "Oh his is trying to play the brave little knight who ends the story in a happily ever after." Again the low baritone voice barked. "Well guess what brother you will not get a happily ever after."

The biggest of the black wolves lurched at Jeulrai pinning him into the ground. The other two twirled around Ahiru menacingly. In her eyes you could only see pure fear. In desperation she let a lone shrill escape her mouth. "Fakir!!!" The echo seemed to boom through the thicket getting a bit quieter than the first echo till simmered away to nothingness. And like the moment nothing was there but silent death. Her throat was now dry and sour. She tried let out another howl of help but she didn't have another strain of air. "Fakir please help me." She whispered.

"No one has come to help you little Swan." "With a loud swashing sound Ahiru closed her eyes. Her body numb in fear. She could hear in the distance Jeulrai screaming. He pulling the wolf off of him. She could feel something thick dripping on her arm she opened her eyes. Looking to her left were her arm was. Feeling something warm and furry. She could see the animal laying helplessly upon her. The wolf soon lifted its body teetering. Baring its teeth at its attacker. Looking past the wolf she saw him. It was Fakir. In his hand was his sword Loderwigen. Covered in the blood of dog.

"Fa'fakir" she cried. As he gave her to look to get out of the way. He took another slash scaring the wolf backwards. He pulled Ahiru out of the way of the fall. Grasping her by her wrist he took off in a full sprint not knowing where to go but safety.

He pulled her close to her almost dragging her off the ground the way he was going. Slowly he began to halt. Seeing Rue and Ahara closing the gab in the distance of the dead darkness. Both of the teens stopped and began to let out rasping spills of air trying to catch their breath. "Fakir where is Mytho?" Rue Screeched suddenly pulling herself up from her discomforting way of breathing.

He retorted, "I'll tell you later right now we have a problem." Pointing towards the pack of sprawling wolves that began to close in on the white fox. Turning Ahiru could see the worry riding on his face. She broke the dread silence.

"Fakir Rue, Ahara and I will try find Mytho and you can stay to help Jeulrai get rid of those wolves. If we find Mytho before this then all of us will be able to fight."

Fakir thought for minute about to shoot down the answer but knew it was the most logical thing to do. He knew that Jeulrai couldn't hold the wolves for any longer and from what he heard Ahara was much of a fighter unless provoked to do so. Anyways he needed to stay with Ahiru and Rue incase of any more danger. Then he could help Keep the wolves at bay while they go get Mytho.

Slowly he shook his head still quite unsure as the gang ran off in a mad sprint towards the twilight.

Fakir watched as their figures disappeared and slowly their shadows deteriorate to the nothingness. To say as if nothing was there in the first place. He knew had to he promised that he would protect her forever.

He ran toward the one sided battle slipping idly by one of the wolves as he took a good swipe at it. The wolf in return whaled in pain. Gritting its teeth it lashed out at Fakir. "You will pay for that you little morsel" Mackenzie the smallest of the three black wolves gritted. Ill make sure that I eat you and the little bird friends of yours.

At this statement Fakir was fuming he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt Ahiru not while he was still living and breathing. "I will not let you hurt her," He snickered gripping the bunt of the sword event tighter until it began to let a small crack sound splinter through the air. "I want to see you try hurting her. I dare you." All the wolves turned their attention towards Fakir forgetting about battered up Jeulrai that they were just finishing up moments ago.

They slowly teetered their way towards the knight growling and sneering. The bigger of the wolves began to speak. "Mackenzie you can't take the little sword fighter it doesn't even have any claws or beaks to attack you with I mean he is almost as weak as Jeulrai."

The wolf Mackenzie began to speak, "But brother he is different he is fast and his movements are unorthodox they are all too random you just can't fallow them. Its like to trying to catch a rabbit their tricksters they move so weirdly and fast they can not be followed it is like fighting blind." The larger wolf Baileyi knocked the smaller wolf upon the ground sneering as he dug his snout deep into the thick neck of the other wolf. "Not another word from you, you will not let this measly pest make a mockery of you. You shall fight it and kill it. If it be like a rabbit than catch him like a rabbit. Chase him until his legs ache so much that he falls to his bitter death and then tear him to shreds were by the time your done you can't put him back together again. Understand!" Now gripping his neck to where blood began to dribble out. The other wolf shook his head in agreement.

Finishing their argument both wolves looked around to see that Fakir was not there anymore. They began to sniff the air trying to capture his bitter aroma within the stale sky. When they finally tracked him down they looked to see where it came from. Looking up towards the heavens they saw him dangling on the top of a thick tree branch many feet away from were they were.

They both began to scratch upon the tree trying to climb up to reach him. But neither could avail. So they called in reinforcement. The largest wolf that had pinned the now unconscious Jeulrai upon the fields sprinted towards the tree. He lunged towards the knight climbing the tree in an unruly manner. Finally reaching towards the branch Fakir was holding on he lurched towards him. Fakir who had began to turn away to grab his sword cried out in pain as sharp jaws locked upon.

He could feel the soft liquid pouring down his body looking to see where the wolf was still latched upon him. The wolf randomly had chosen a spot to bite his victim didn't realize how delicious the flesh was. He was to preoccupied trying to taste the blood he hadn't seen the sword come down through his throat. It jarred into his throat and with a winding stab went all through the thick bones out of his lower part of his stomach.

The wolf known as Honshu simultaneously let go as Fakir kicked him over the ledge of the branch. In the process knocking himself down. He quickly rapped his hands around the branch holding on for dear life. Pulling himself up the tree he finally took a good notice of the wound. Grabbing onto his shoulder in pain he watched the wolf pull himself painfully from the ground. Groaning and crying out curses. He could here him say softly this isn't over yet this isn't over.

Jeulrai watched idly by as Fakir amazingly with one hand climbed down the bedding of the tree. He began to breathe hard. His eyes loosing all light slowly they changed until nothing was left within the pupil. Like a ghostly a apparition lingering to the waking world. Slowly he fell into his sleep heaving with every breathe as the wound got bigger and deeper.

And with every breathe he got smaller and frailer to he was all but nothing except a useless knight who can do nothing by die like a fool with in the story.

Ahiru felt herself shudder uncontrollably. They were already far away from the fight but something didn't feel right. For some odd reason Ahiru felt like she was about to burst with sorrow. It was something deep with in her heart telling her turn back.

She stopped in her tracks. Watching the winds past by her. She couldn't feel it she couldn't feel him watching over her anymore. It felt like something in her heart was disappearing with every second she ran. The feeling was fading the closure she had when she gave herself to being a duck was leaving her. It felt like the grim clocks of fate were tugging at her letting her real destiny show.

"Rue keep going to Mytho." Ahiru whispered. She didn't want to tell her why the feeling was fading fast she couldn't recall it anymore anything she couldn't see it anymore. All of it was gone all of her memory of him except a thin string that always connected the two together.

What is this feeling, what am I feeling. It hurts so badly I can't stand it just can not stand the, I don't know what it is. What is pulling at me I don't understand anymore who is it that keeps calling me.

Why oh why are you calling me. Please tell me why.

"What is happening zura why is Fakir zura not getting up zura. Why is Ahiru zura running?" Little Uzura asked watching as Fakir began to take his last breathes. She ran towards the gear trying to break through it with her tiny fist. "Let me go through zura I have to help Ahiru zura and Fakir zura. I have to let them get a happy ending zura so they can happy love-love zura." Again she banged on the gear but nothing happened.

"Bang all you want little puppet but the gear will not open for you anymore." The chameleon man chortled sneering at her frail attempts

"Why not zura why not." She wailed loudly again trying to open the gear. "I us back-back zura I did I did why is not working zura."

Before she could go on with her thoughts she was interrupted by the rocking man's sermon. "Oh sometimes I think that you are worst than Edel." He mumbled waiting for the young girl to stop her babbling nonsense. "Fakir will die no matter how fast Ahiru runs and Ahiru will forget and she will be forgotten and that is how that fate is to end. Of course," He cackled craining the rocking chair all the way to the ground and then back to its right position. "A tragedy…"

Ahiru I promised I would protect her I told her that I would. I can't let her down I can't let her be sad anymore. I have to stay alive for her. Even if I can not live on as a knight in her heart like Mytho lived as a prince in Tutu's I will at least be her writer. I can not go without her.

"Fakir!"