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This should be a long chapter, I intend to fill it with Marin's memories of her life and what has happened to her, so you can get some background info on her (
Chapter Five: Memories
Marin had basically settled into life at the palace after the ball. She learned her way around, and soon discovered little secrets about the castle, including a secret passage way out of the Wizard's area to the dungeons (which Tarll showed her) and some new friends. She ended up spending most of her time with Link or Slick. Tarll was often too busy to see her because of apprenticeship duties, but he still found moments to spend with her sometimes. Link loved showing her the sights of his country, and his city, for he loved them both dearly. They went riding on his horse Epona, and he showed her his places as she had shown him hers in Koholent. She also took time to write to Tarin, letting him know she was safe and telling him all that had happened to her. He wrote back saying he had known that she had been destined for something more, that her eyes had hidden much from him, and he had known she had secrets. He seemed relieved she had found answers, and promised to come visit as soon as he could.
Marin was beginning to like the palace, and palace life, especially Link. About a week after the ball, he took her riding. He showed up at her door, with a set of riding clothes for her to wear. "Here, we're going riding. Epona's restless, I need someone to help me work her out." He said quickly, shoving her the clothes. "But...I've never ridden before." "That's why you need to come and I will teach you! Come on, go put on those clothes." He shut her door and waited outside for her to get dressed, a delicious smile on his face. For a second he thought of when he had tried to teach Zelda to ride, many many years ago. She had thrown a fit when the horse had bucked her off because she had gripped the reins too tightly. Link wasn't worried that Marin would do this. She learned quickly, as he had seen while she was learning court manners, and animals loved her. The door opened and Marin stepped out in the clothes he had given her. Her fiery hair was tied up with a leather thong, and little curly pieces fell into her eyes. She wore a loose tan-colored tunic slipped into form-fitting leather pants that tucked into sturdy leather boots. Around her belt was a riding crop and gloves folded in a pocket. Dressed, and slightly anxious, she let Link lead her to the stables. He guided Epona outside of the stables, and introduced the two girls. Marin cautiously walked to the horse, and held out a hand full of grains. The horse instantly took to her. "Ok, here's what we're going to do. We'll ride out to an empty field, where no one can see us, and there I will teach you to ride so you won't be embarrassed if you fall." Link said, jumping into the saddle. His horse just twitched one ear, used to his sporadic movements "Fall?" Marin squeaked. He pulled Marin quickly into the seat behind him, and was off with a steady trot. For a moment Marin squealed and clung to his waist, hiding her face in his shoulders. Link grinned when after they had ridden a few minutes, Marin pulled her face out and squealed again, this time in joy. They laughed together and he urged Epona to a gallop. They reached a small meadow and stopped, Link dismounting but leaving Marin to learn to ride. He taught her to use the reins and bring Epona to a walk. He then watched her ride happily across the field, her hair whipping out of it's bonds, her leg muscles standing out as she brought the horse to a trot. Apparently, Link thought, Marin is a natural.
After this fun adventure, they lay in the soft grass of the field and talked while resting. "I really think you are an unusual talent Marin!" Link said with joy in his voice "Really?" "Yeah, we should find you a good horse in case you want to go riding with me more" He replied. "Of course I will! I've never had so much fun in my life!" Marin laughed. After a few more hours of riding and resting in the field, they decided to walk home to give Epona a rest.
They walked along the shady trail that led between the fields and the forest to the castle. Link was pointing out various bits of interest about the countryside. "If you follow that path, it leads to Tarll and Tommy's home." "They live in the woods? And all by themselves?" Marin asked curiously. "Yes. They ARE wood elves after all. And Tarll's mother died when Tommy was very young. Tarll never told me about his father, but his mother disappeared. They assumed she was killed, but she was never found."
"That's awful." Marin said softly, watching the fading light strain through the trees. Link nodded, and they walked in silence for a while. They soon passed a small country house that looked fairly dilapidated and abandoned. Link was about to open his mouth, when Marin bounded off in delight. "Look!" She cried, pointing as she ran to a small fence that was bolted to a pole. It was a different type of swing, meant to spin the person who jumped on it in circles as they rode the fence. It was old, and creaky, but with ignorant bliss, Marin leaped on to it to twist around it. As a child, some memory served her that these were fun. "No Marin, don't!!" Link cried in horror. He had been about to tell her that the house was once a spy's home, someone who had worked for the crown but had been murdered because of their betrayal of the royal family, and that the spinning fence post was in actuality a door way to the dark world. Generally Gandalf kept most of the portals to the dark world closed, but this week he had been preparing to fix Marin's memory, so he had needed the magic keeping the portals closed used. Link watched in terror as Marin spun, slowly disappearing, until the fence was left spinning on it's own. Link acted swiftly, his training as a knight kicking in. He quickly tied a confused Epona to a nearby tree in the wood, knowing she could defend herself if needed, and leapt onto the swing to follow Marin.
Marin tumbled sharply off the fence into blackness. She cried out, thinking she had just lost her footing and been knocked off the fence. For a second she thought she had lost consciousness, or gone blind. She sat up, trying to see where she was. She held her hand in front of her face and saw nothing. For a moment she just sat and breathed. Then, her eyes slowly adjusted to the light.
She was sitting in a dark wood, next to a tree. In front of her was a bare, black steel pole. At the bottom of it was a small steel foot step that looked as if it might turn around the pole. She looked around, seeing there was no path, or trail, just woods all around her. Her mind flashed, reminding her that this was the dark world. An eerie chill slid up her back as the thought came to her. The dark world was a dangerous place for all races, especially Hylians. She backed up, trying to gather her frightened thoughts. She stood slowly, and winced, for she had cut her hand on a rough piece of bark coming into the dark world. She was still searching around her when she heard voices. Coming her way. Stifling a terrified cry, she tried to hear where they were coming from but couldn't tell. Then she looked at her feet and saw that a small trail lead away from the steel pole. She quickly leaped off the path and into the woods, flattening herself into the ground behind a tree. The voices came nearer until she could hear what they were saying. "Well I don't care what your master wants. I don't care I don't care!" An unsteady voice cried out. The man sounded frightened. Marin could finally see two shadowy figures making their way down the path towards her. She watched them come, curious to hear their conversation. "My dear boy, do you think you have a choice? You may rebel against him as long as you can handle it, but I do not think that will be much longer." The other voice said. They were rounding a corner, if Marin could only see around one tree... "I don't care he is. He cannot control me..."The voice stopped short. "There has been a shift here. Someone has ported in." He said. Marin watched as a young man, who looked to be a few years older than her, perhaps 17, stopped in front of the steel pole. He was tall, with pale white skin. He looked to be one of the dark worlders, for his face was shadowy and he wore all black. As Marin observed him, something pulled at her memory. Had she met this man before? It seemed impossible, but he seemed very familiar. He had black hair that was short and choppy, and fell into a face that seemed all things at once, kind, pain-filled, joyless, and to be pitied. Marin felt sad for him, but could not see why she would feel that way about someone she didn't know. She watched him inspect the pole, a shimmering gray magic shifting under his fingers. Another man came to stand beside him, a weasel looking man with greasy hair. "Two 'ports in the last ten minutes!" The young man whistled in awe. The other man nodded in wonder, staring at the pole. Do they mean two people have come into the dark world? Marin wondered. How is that possible? I just came through, I didn't see anyone else. The young man stood up, his face less worried. "It seems Granhem has lessened his forces on the portals. He must be working some grand magic to do this, because several are open." A blank look came upon his face as he said this, and then after he spoke, his face seemed to color again, in anger. "You see my boy? You cannot stop from helping the Dark Lord. Come with me, I must relay this information to our Lord." Said the older man. The young man followed, a look of utter disgust on his face. As soon as she was sure they were gone, Marin slowly stood up. She nearly screamed when a hand clutched her shoulder. She quickly turned to see Link standing before her. "What happened?" She cried. "Shhh!" Link whispered, and lead her to the pole. He showed her how to stand on the step, and spin around. "Go back, I will tell you when we are safe in the Light World." Marin obeyed, feeling reality shift as she spun around the pole. She landed with a soft thump in the front lawn of the abandoned country house. A few minutes later Link himself landed next to her. He checked to make sure Epona was alright, and then started to lead Marin back to the castle again. "The man you saw was Lonnie, Aganhim's personal servant. I have no idea what he was talking about, but I do not it was only by the God's graces that you weren't seen by him." Link explained. Marin cried out in astonishment. "Lonnie? That was Lonnie?" She said. Link stared at her. "How do you know him?" "We've met. I think. I remember... Oh I don't know Link." Marin said in agony, confusion on her face. Link's face was shadowed for a moment. "Come on, lets get back." He said softly.
One day, a few weeks after the ball, Marin was sitting in her room reading when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it and found that it was Granhem
"Hello Marin dear, How are you?" He asked chummily, and sat upon the edge of her bed. Marin's eyes' twinkled at this, for he looked so funny, the old man sitting upon her homespun quilt, leaning on his staff, his white grey hair hanging down his back, an old hat perched on his head.
"I'm doing well. I've made some friends. What brings you here?" She asked directly.
"Right to the point, like most young people today," Granhem sighed. "I have come to address the matter of your memory. I need to remind you of the import of the restoration of it. Memory is a very fragile thing Marin." He said gravely. She nodded, and smiled slightly.
"But really...I'm," Marin paused. "Granhem, I'm not sure I want to remember. Is it so necessary?" She asked, her eyes down.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I know it is hard, but your memory is fragile without magic placed in it. It is like a spider's delicate web, and magic places the burden of a stone upon it, weighing it down. Eventually, the web will tear." He said. This startled Marin.
"Tear? Like, fall? What does that mean?"
"Your memory will eventually destroy itself from the strain."
"So... What can I do?" Marin's eyes were wide and frightened at the thought of her memory destroying itself.
"There is a spell I can do, it is arduous, but it will restore your memory. It will restore the time you spent in the dark world as a slave to the Dark Lord Aganhim. The only thing it will not make a difference upon is the Queen's memory spell. Her spell destroyed your memory of the event of the kidnapping. The spell she created was so great, that only those who were very close to you will eventually remember the small amount of time you spent here before being kidnapped; everyone in Hyrule will always believe you are just a long lost princess. Your kidnapping should be the last memory to return to you. In a way, your memory will begin to work as a reel, slowly bringing back each memory until even the ones before you were kidnapped are revealed. Of course, you won't have to sit through each memory you have ever had as the spell goes on." Granhem chuckled, then coughed, and gripped his staff with knarled hands and protruding knuckles. "The memories you will endure while the spell restores your memory are just the major events that happened to you."
Marin nodded slowly, staring at the wood floor. Of course she should do this. It would make her healthier, and she would know the truth. But she was scared of the idea that she did not know what had happened to her. She had no idea what had gone on in the dark world, besides small snippets of memory.
"I know it is alarming. But think of this. If you have your memory restored to it's healthy state, you can remember your mother, your father, and knowing link as a child." He said softly. With this Marin's head shot up.
My mother? I have memories of her? She thought to herself.
"Well Marin, come to my work area when you are ready. But there is little time to waste. You need this spell removed from your memory." He said. He got up, groaning, and pounding his staff heavily into the wood. With a smile, he patted her arm, and left.
Cameron crawled out from under the bed.
"Well, I think you should do it this week." He said brightly.
Marin stared at the small pug.
In turn, Cameron convinced Marin to restore her memory. She got up her courage, and made her way to the Wizard's Den, clutching Cameron tightly in her arms.
"Ow," He snapped, "Don't pinch the fur Marin."
"Sorry. I'm just scared."
Her pug nestled closer, assuring her for the billionth time that everything would be alright.
She eventually reached the giant wooden door. She nervously knocked once upon it's surface.
"Well no one's home let's go back" She cried, and turned to run. Cameron had other plans. He nipped her arm, and she was forced to stand and wait. The door opened and Tarll showed her to the room the spell would be performed in. It was a cozy library, that had been cleared of everything but the books on the shelves, a wooden table with various assorted magical items, including crystals and a globe, and a small comfortable looking pallet. Granhem stood at the table, tinkering with some gadget.
"Marin!" He cried in relief, nodding to Tarll to leave them alone. "I'm very glad you decided to come by. Sit down on that bed and I will explain the procedure to you."
Marin sat, letting Cameron down to look around.
"I will perform the spell. You will become drowsy, and fall asleep. While I perform this spell, Tarll will make sure and stand guard to allow no one to disturb us. You will go back in time through your memory as I extract each memory you have ever had. As I do this, you may experience some memories that were traumatizing or frightening, or important to you. I have been working all week on setting up a protection spell in this room to keep your body from going into shock, or any other mishaps from happening. It is most likely that the first memory you experience will be the one right before the wiping of your most recent memory." Granhem explained. Marin nodded, and tried to feel calm.
"Well, ready to get started?" Granhem asked. Marin nodded slowly, and the Granhem went to the table. He picked up a few objects, pieced them together, and a gleaming light began to emit from the table where he stood. Soon Marin felt heavy-eyed and very sleepy, as if something in her mind was pulling her away from reality. For a moment, she tried to wrestle the pulling sensation.
"Don't fight it Marin, let the memories come." Granhem said gently, severing her ties from reality in little pieces. Marin closed her eyes, and fell into a black void.
More to come on Marin's memories later, This started to get pretty long so I decided to leave it be. Please Review! Let me know what you think, and tell me if you want me to finish the story!
This should be a long chapter, I intend to fill it with Marin's memories of her life and what has happened to her, so you can get some background info on her (
Chapter Five: Memories
Marin had basically settled into life at the palace after the ball. She learned her way around, and soon discovered little secrets about the castle, including a secret passage way out of the Wizard's area to the dungeons (which Tarll showed her) and some new friends. She ended up spending most of her time with Link or Slick. Tarll was often too busy to see her because of apprenticeship duties, but he still found moments to spend with her sometimes. Link loved showing her the sights of his country, and his city, for he loved them both dearly. They went riding on his horse Epona, and he showed her his places as she had shown him hers in Koholent. She also took time to write to Tarin, letting him know she was safe and telling him all that had happened to her. He wrote back saying he had known that she had been destined for something more, that her eyes had hidden much from him, and he had known she had secrets. He seemed relieved she had found answers, and promised to come visit as soon as he could.
Marin was beginning to like the palace, and palace life, especially Link. About a week after the ball, he took her riding. He showed up at her door, with a set of riding clothes for her to wear. "Here, we're going riding. Epona's restless, I need someone to help me work her out." He said quickly, shoving her the clothes. "But...I've never ridden before." "That's why you need to come and I will teach you! Come on, go put on those clothes." He shut her door and waited outside for her to get dressed, a delicious smile on his face. For a second he thought of when he had tried to teach Zelda to ride, many many years ago. She had thrown a fit when the horse had bucked her off because she had gripped the reins too tightly. Link wasn't worried that Marin would do this. She learned quickly, as he had seen while she was learning court manners, and animals loved her. The door opened and Marin stepped out in the clothes he had given her. Her fiery hair was tied up with a leather thong, and little curly pieces fell into her eyes. She wore a loose tan-colored tunic slipped into form-fitting leather pants that tucked into sturdy leather boots. Around her belt was a riding crop and gloves folded in a pocket. Dressed, and slightly anxious, she let Link lead her to the stables. He guided Epona outside of the stables, and introduced the two girls. Marin cautiously walked to the horse, and held out a hand full of grains. The horse instantly took to her. "Ok, here's what we're going to do. We'll ride out to an empty field, where no one can see us, and there I will teach you to ride so you won't be embarrassed if you fall." Link said, jumping into the saddle. His horse just twitched one ear, used to his sporadic movements "Fall?" Marin squeaked. He pulled Marin quickly into the seat behind him, and was off with a steady trot. For a moment Marin squealed and clung to his waist, hiding her face in his shoulders. Link grinned when after they had ridden a few minutes, Marin pulled her face out and squealed again, this time in joy. They laughed together and he urged Epona to a gallop. They reached a small meadow and stopped, Link dismounting but leaving Marin to learn to ride. He taught her to use the reins and bring Epona to a walk. He then watched her ride happily across the field, her hair whipping out of it's bonds, her leg muscles standing out as she brought the horse to a trot. Apparently, Link thought, Marin is a natural.
After this fun adventure, they lay in the soft grass of the field and talked while resting. "I really think you are an unusual talent Marin!" Link said with joy in his voice "Really?" "Yeah, we should find you a good horse in case you want to go riding with me more" He replied. "Of course I will! I've never had so much fun in my life!" Marin laughed. After a few more hours of riding and resting in the field, they decided to walk home to give Epona a rest.
They walked along the shady trail that led between the fields and the forest to the castle. Link was pointing out various bits of interest about the countryside. "If you follow that path, it leads to Tarll and Tommy's home." "They live in the woods? And all by themselves?" Marin asked curiously. "Yes. They ARE wood elves after all. And Tarll's mother died when Tommy was very young. Tarll never told me about his father, but his mother disappeared. They assumed she was killed, but she was never found."
"That's awful." Marin said softly, watching the fading light strain through the trees. Link nodded, and they walked in silence for a while. They soon passed a small country house that looked fairly dilapidated and abandoned. Link was about to open his mouth, when Marin bounded off in delight. "Look!" She cried, pointing as she ran to a small fence that was bolted to a pole. It was a different type of swing, meant to spin the person who jumped on it in circles as they rode the fence. It was old, and creaky, but with ignorant bliss, Marin leaped on to it to twist around it. As a child, some memory served her that these were fun. "No Marin, don't!!" Link cried in horror. He had been about to tell her that the house was once a spy's home, someone who had worked for the crown but had been murdered because of their betrayal of the royal family, and that the spinning fence post was in actuality a door way to the dark world. Generally Gandalf kept most of the portals to the dark world closed, but this week he had been preparing to fix Marin's memory, so he had needed the magic keeping the portals closed used. Link watched in terror as Marin spun, slowly disappearing, until the fence was left spinning on it's own. Link acted swiftly, his training as a knight kicking in. He quickly tied a confused Epona to a nearby tree in the wood, knowing she could defend herself if needed, and leapt onto the swing to follow Marin.
Marin tumbled sharply off the fence into blackness. She cried out, thinking she had just lost her footing and been knocked off the fence. For a second she thought she had lost consciousness, or gone blind. She sat up, trying to see where she was. She held her hand in front of her face and saw nothing. For a moment she just sat and breathed. Then, her eyes slowly adjusted to the light.
She was sitting in a dark wood, next to a tree. In front of her was a bare, black steel pole. At the bottom of it was a small steel foot step that looked as if it might turn around the pole. She looked around, seeing there was no path, or trail, just woods all around her. Her mind flashed, reminding her that this was the dark world. An eerie chill slid up her back as the thought came to her. The dark world was a dangerous place for all races, especially Hylians. She backed up, trying to gather her frightened thoughts. She stood slowly, and winced, for she had cut her hand on a rough piece of bark coming into the dark world. She was still searching around her when she heard voices. Coming her way. Stifling a terrified cry, she tried to hear where they were coming from but couldn't tell. Then she looked at her feet and saw that a small trail lead away from the steel pole. She quickly leaped off the path and into the woods, flattening herself into the ground behind a tree. The voices came nearer until she could hear what they were saying. "Well I don't care what your master wants. I don't care I don't care!" An unsteady voice cried out. The man sounded frightened. Marin could finally see two shadowy figures making their way down the path towards her. She watched them come, curious to hear their conversation. "My dear boy, do you think you have a choice? You may rebel against him as long as you can handle it, but I do not think that will be much longer." The other voice said. They were rounding a corner, if Marin could only see around one tree... "I don't care he is. He cannot control me..."The voice stopped short. "There has been a shift here. Someone has ported in." He said. Marin watched as a young man, who looked to be a few years older than her, perhaps 17, stopped in front of the steel pole. He was tall, with pale white skin. He looked to be one of the dark worlders, for his face was shadowy and he wore all black. As Marin observed him, something pulled at her memory. Had she met this man before? It seemed impossible, but he seemed very familiar. He had black hair that was short and choppy, and fell into a face that seemed all things at once, kind, pain-filled, joyless, and to be pitied. Marin felt sad for him, but could not see why she would feel that way about someone she didn't know. She watched him inspect the pole, a shimmering gray magic shifting under his fingers. Another man came to stand beside him, a weasel looking man with greasy hair. "Two 'ports in the last ten minutes!" The young man whistled in awe. The other man nodded in wonder, staring at the pole. Do they mean two people have come into the dark world? Marin wondered. How is that possible? I just came through, I didn't see anyone else. The young man stood up, his face less worried. "It seems Granhem has lessened his forces on the portals. He must be working some grand magic to do this, because several are open." A blank look came upon his face as he said this, and then after he spoke, his face seemed to color again, in anger. "You see my boy? You cannot stop from helping the Dark Lord. Come with me, I must relay this information to our Lord." Said the older man. The young man followed, a look of utter disgust on his face. As soon as she was sure they were gone, Marin slowly stood up. She nearly screamed when a hand clutched her shoulder. She quickly turned to see Link standing before her. "What happened?" She cried. "Shhh!" Link whispered, and lead her to the pole. He showed her how to stand on the step, and spin around. "Go back, I will tell you when we are safe in the Light World." Marin obeyed, feeling reality shift as she spun around the pole. She landed with a soft thump in the front lawn of the abandoned country house. A few minutes later Link himself landed next to her. He checked to make sure Epona was alright, and then started to lead Marin back to the castle again. "The man you saw was Lonnie, Aganhim's personal servant. I have no idea what he was talking about, but I do not it was only by the God's graces that you weren't seen by him." Link explained. Marin cried out in astonishment. "Lonnie? That was Lonnie?" She said. Link stared at her. "How do you know him?" "We've met. I think. I remember... Oh I don't know Link." Marin said in agony, confusion on her face. Link's face was shadowed for a moment. "Come on, lets get back." He said softly.
One day, a few weeks after the ball, Marin was sitting in her room reading when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it and found that it was Granhem
"Hello Marin dear, How are you?" He asked chummily, and sat upon the edge of her bed. Marin's eyes' twinkled at this, for he looked so funny, the old man sitting upon her homespun quilt, leaning on his staff, his white grey hair hanging down his back, an old hat perched on his head.
"I'm doing well. I've made some friends. What brings you here?" She asked directly.
"Right to the point, like most young people today," Granhem sighed. "I have come to address the matter of your memory. I need to remind you of the import of the restoration of it. Memory is a very fragile thing Marin." He said gravely. She nodded, and smiled slightly.
"But really...I'm," Marin paused. "Granhem, I'm not sure I want to remember. Is it so necessary?" She asked, her eyes down.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I know it is hard, but your memory is fragile without magic placed in it. It is like a spider's delicate web, and magic places the burden of a stone upon it, weighing it down. Eventually, the web will tear." He said. This startled Marin.
"Tear? Like, fall? What does that mean?"
"Your memory will eventually destroy itself from the strain."
"So... What can I do?" Marin's eyes were wide and frightened at the thought of her memory destroying itself.
"There is a spell I can do, it is arduous, but it will restore your memory. It will restore the time you spent in the dark world as a slave to the Dark Lord Aganhim. The only thing it will not make a difference upon is the Queen's memory spell. Her spell destroyed your memory of the event of the kidnapping. The spell she created was so great, that only those who were very close to you will eventually remember the small amount of time you spent here before being kidnapped; everyone in Hyrule will always believe you are just a long lost princess. Your kidnapping should be the last memory to return to you. In a way, your memory will begin to work as a reel, slowly bringing back each memory until even the ones before you were kidnapped are revealed. Of course, you won't have to sit through each memory you have ever had as the spell goes on." Granhem chuckled, then coughed, and gripped his staff with knarled hands and protruding knuckles. "The memories you will endure while the spell restores your memory are just the major events that happened to you."
Marin nodded slowly, staring at the wood floor. Of course she should do this. It would make her healthier, and she would know the truth. But she was scared of the idea that she did not know what had happened to her. She had no idea what had gone on in the dark world, besides small snippets of memory.
"I know it is alarming. But think of this. If you have your memory restored to it's healthy state, you can remember your mother, your father, and knowing link as a child." He said softly. With this Marin's head shot up.
My mother? I have memories of her? She thought to herself.
"Well Marin, come to my work area when you are ready. But there is little time to waste. You need this spell removed from your memory." He said. He got up, groaning, and pounding his staff heavily into the wood. With a smile, he patted her arm, and left.
Cameron crawled out from under the bed.
"Well, I think you should do it this week." He said brightly.
Marin stared at the small pug.
In turn, Cameron convinced Marin to restore her memory. She got up her courage, and made her way to the Wizard's Den, clutching Cameron tightly in her arms.
"Ow," He snapped, "Don't pinch the fur Marin."
"Sorry. I'm just scared."
Her pug nestled closer, assuring her for the billionth time that everything would be alright.
She eventually reached the giant wooden door. She nervously knocked once upon it's surface.
"Well no one's home let's go back" She cried, and turned to run. Cameron had other plans. He nipped her arm, and she was forced to stand and wait. The door opened and Tarll showed her to the room the spell would be performed in. It was a cozy library, that had been cleared of everything but the books on the shelves, a wooden table with various assorted magical items, including crystals and a globe, and a small comfortable looking pallet. Granhem stood at the table, tinkering with some gadget.
"Marin!" He cried in relief, nodding to Tarll to leave them alone. "I'm very glad you decided to come by. Sit down on that bed and I will explain the procedure to you."
Marin sat, letting Cameron down to look around.
"I will perform the spell. You will become drowsy, and fall asleep. While I perform this spell, Tarll will make sure and stand guard to allow no one to disturb us. You will go back in time through your memory as I extract each memory you have ever had. As I do this, you may experience some memories that were traumatizing or frightening, or important to you. I have been working all week on setting up a protection spell in this room to keep your body from going into shock, or any other mishaps from happening. It is most likely that the first memory you experience will be the one right before the wiping of your most recent memory." Granhem explained. Marin nodded, and tried to feel calm.
"Well, ready to get started?" Granhem asked. Marin nodded slowly, and the Granhem went to the table. He picked up a few objects, pieced them together, and a gleaming light began to emit from the table where he stood. Soon Marin felt heavy-eyed and very sleepy, as if something in her mind was pulling her away from reality. For a moment, she tried to wrestle the pulling sensation.
"Don't fight it Marin, let the memories come." Granhem said gently, severing her ties from reality in little pieces. Marin closed her eyes, and fell into a black void.
More to come on Marin's memories later, This started to get pretty long so I decided to leave it be. Please Review! Let me know what you think, and tell me if you want me to finish the story!