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This Fan Fiction is based on ending A, and D and contains spoilers.
Chapter 1: Who am I?
Life...it was so colourful, so wonderful in this time, and it was all thanks to him. Eike, her saviour. She remembered his smile, his compassion, even when dealing with Hugo.
Hugo was the only cloud on her glided horizon, her brother who had tried to kill Eike, the man who had brought her to this time...and the man who she loved ever since he had rescued her from the vicious woman, harrying her over her choice of clothes. The twenty year old girl smiled. If only they could see her now, in a red,midriff exposing top, her brown hair cut short with a pair of black, what were they called in this strange time...jeans. Yes that was it.
Anyway the Homunculus had fooled Hugo into going with a spirit that the demon had conjured in the image of Dr Wagner, their father and made Hugo disappear into nowhere.
Margarete Wagner paused in her tracks, half way down a winding street in the German town of Lebensbaum on her way back to her adoptive home of the Brum museum, to wipe away a tear in her brown eyes. She was fond of Hugo and yet...
Her speed at recovering from her brother's disapperance, and in all likelihood, demise, bothered her. It was something she had since she was a little girl. Her lack of love for her family. Oh, she had cared for them, and all that, but when it came down it... she didn't and never had loved them. She'd always felt detached from them somehow. Not least for her looks. While her family all had very blond hair and blue eyes, except for her father, Dr Wagner who had brown hair (and as he had told her, his hair used be to blond until his late thirties) and bright green eyes, the exact same shade as Eike's. Margarete had mid-coloured brown hair and brown eyes.
As she had grown up, her feelings of unease over her feelings for her family had gradually decreased, but they had come back rushing back to her when she had met the Eckart's and they adopted her. She had loved them like a real family immediately.
She was just going home, after a exhaustive shopping spree with Eike. Laden down with bags she continued to make her way back to the Brum museum, which had felt far more like a home than the Alchemist's house (now a desolate ruin) ever had.
Getting to the house she decided to surprise Eckart, whom Margarete knew would be in his study, Miriam, Margarete's adoptive mother was out at the Cafe Sonne chatting with the owner.
Sneaking to the study door, Margarete pushed the door open a crack, and peeped in. Inside Eckart sat sadly at his desk examining a comb.
"Dana..." Eckart whispered. Margaretes eyes opened wide as she saw the comb. All thoughts of surprise fleeing her mind, she pushed the door so hard that it flew open and cracked against the wall. Eckart glanced up in surprise. An older man, his mid-brown hair only covered a circle round his head, his brown eyes a mirror of Margarete's. Quickly Eckart tried to hide the comb.
"Margarete. I didn't hear you come in," Eckart said with a failing attempt at a smile.
"Where...where did you get that comb?" Margarete said.
"Someone..gave to me. It's the only thing I have left of Dana," Eckart spoke softly. Margarete didn't know who Dana was, and right then she didn't care.
"That's my comb! I gave it to Eike!" Margarete exclaimed. "Did Eike give that comb?"
Somewhere inside her a voice said: Dana. Wasn't that the name of the girl Eike was searching for? Another voice inside Margarete's head answered: That's not important right now!
"I used to run this comb through Dana's hair...before she disappeared." Eckart interrupted Margarete's thoughts.
"Did Eike give you that comb?" Margarete demanded. Eckart sighed.
"Margarete, I love you like my daughter Dana, so I won't hide the truth from you. I'm warning you though, you won't like it."
Eckhart told Margarete about how he tried to kill Eike because a young man had offered to return Dana to him if he did. Margarete was shocked, but the worst shock was yet to come.
"That comb belonged to my daughter, that's why Eike gave it to me. You know Margarete, (he sighed) my daughter, Dana, would have looked a lot like you if she was here today,"
"And that's why you adopted me," Margarete said, miserably.
"Yes...if you want the truth, but we do love you. It's almost as though you were Dana and she had never been taken from us." Eckart said.
Margarete wasn't listening. Something was slowly dawning on her.
"I can't remember where I got that comb. I've had it for as long as I can remember," She wanted so badly to tell Eckart about Eike and her adventure, but she had promised Eike that she would never tell anybody. She looked at Eckart, thinking of telling him, and then thought how much he looked like her.
The comb. The resemblance between her and the Eckarts. And what was it Eike had said as she told him about her new life at the Eckarts "You could almost say you had come home," before flashing that smile at her, and her own feelings about the Wagner's and the Brum's. The Digipad, travelling through time. Eckart had told her how Dana had vanished twenty years ago without trace after an attack in a street.
No it couldn't be possible. She could not be Dana Brum. Then why couldn't she get rid of the feeling that she belonged here, where as she felt like an intruder with her real family.
Margarete spun round and ran out of the study. There was no way she could find out the answers but she knew someone who could answer some of her questions.
Eike stood in the marketplatz staring at the tree, thinking about how he had cheated fate, just so Homunculus could be created. He had been used, but there was nothing he could do about it now, Homunculus was dead, but not without taking Hugo. He shook his long blond hair back, his thoughts careering off to Margarete and Dana. They were back in their proper times, Dana in the fifteen hundreds and Margarete in 2001, but they were twenty, they had missed out on so much of their lives. Dana would never find her real family, they were all dead now. And Eckart, even though he finally had his daughter back, he would never know that Margarete was really Dana. All these lives messed up.
It wasn't the first time that Eike had wondered if his life was really worth that much.
"EIKE!" a voice called behind him. Eike spun round. Margarete ran up to him panting.
"What's wrong Margarete? You look like you just ran across the town," Eike asked, concerned. Margarete looked Eike in the eye.
"Did you ever find Dana?" Margarete asked.
"Dana?" Eike said, confused.
"The girl you were looking for in my time," Margarete reminded him.
"Oh, yeah, I found her," Eike told her.
"Eike...You told me once that you thought I was your ancestress, why did you let me stay here?" Margarete asked directly.
"What...well...I...Why ask so suddenly?" Eike was clearly flustered.
"Am I Eckhart's daughter, Dana?" Margarete could think of no better way of putting it. Eike gasped.
"That's absurd!" he told her.
"It's true isn't it? I'm Dana," Margarete said more as a statement than a question.
"I'm sorry Marga...Dana. I didn't know...at least not until the end. It was Homunculus. She switched you...she knew all the time who the killer was. I'm sorry." Eike told her softly.
"Does Dana...Margarete know...?" Dana asked.
"No. I didn't know either when I found her." Eike said.
"What...so her life is gonna be messed up too," Dana said. She turned on Eike "You knew and you didn't tell me! I had a right to know who I really am! How could you!"
"Dana...I'm really sorry," Eike said. "Margarete. I hope you find out who you really are too."
I hope you like the first part of my Fan Fiction. If I do get any reviews, could I please point out that I know that Wagner had brown eyes in Shadow of Memories/Destiny, and this point wil be addressed in later chapters.
