A/N: Hello again! A big thank you for all of you who put my story on their following and ever their favourite list! I was stunned to see I got 10 followers within 24 hours, so you guys really made my day when I saw that :)

So, before I'll release you on the chapter, I have to admit that this chapter was originally supposed to be a part of the prologue which is why it's so short, but it simply felt much better so put it up separately so...

Also while a big majority of the chapters will be from Hughes POV, there will occasionally be some with a different one. If I have troubles figuring out who's POV I should use in some cases, I'll might very well ask you guys for advice when I'm about to write that part. (Assuming I can figure out how to ask without spoiling the plot, that is.) Oh and since I've seen several different ways to spell the name of Maes daughter and I don't know which one that is most correct, I've decided to stick to the one in my copy of the manga. First I used the spelling used by this sites character-list but it didn't feel right so I went back and changed it.

Anyway, thank you for reading, I hope you'll enjoy this and if you notice something weird just let me know, alright?

Now on with the story!

Chapter one – Those dreams

As the newly awoken man sat up and fumbled for his glasses his wife stirred beside him.

"Maes", she mumbled softly and lit the night-stand lamp. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah", he answered and gave her a wistful smile. "I'm sorry for waking you up, sweetheart."

"Don't be silly, honey" she whispered and pecked his cheek. "What was it about?"

"It was the same old one where I'm having some kind of magical duel with a man in dark robes to protect some people I just know are dear to me upstairs. And as usual I woke up just before one of his spells hit me."

His wife gave a worried frown. "You always seem to have that dream around this time of the year up to just after All Saints Night. Do you think it might have something to do with your past?"

Maes sighed "I don't know, Gracia. I mean… that duel… maybe it just was some really weird alchemy and not magic, but I don't know anything about that…"

"But maybe you did before."

He blinked confused and glanced at her, waiting for her explanation.

"Well, you've told me yourself that your first memory is of waking up in a hospital where they told you you'd been found in the middle of nowhere. You didn't even remember you own name – still don't if I may add – so maybe you were an exceptional alchemist but just don't remember it."

"Hm, maybe so. But that doesn't explain why I tend to dream about running around as a stag with a wolf, dog and a rat."

"During the full moon too."

"What?"

"You haven't noticed?" she giggled. "Every time you have those dreams, it's when we've been gazing at the full moon."

He chuckled. "I suppose that is a rather odd coincidence."

He lay down next to his wife again and cuddled her close, gently stroking her hair. After a while though, she broke the silence again.

"What are you thinking on now, Maes?"

"Those people I'm trying to protect in the dream… I can't help but wondering who they are. If it is some kind of memory and not just a dream…"

"I think… I think they might have been your family", replied Gracia softly and her husband stared at her.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, I don't know if you can recall it yourself, but sometimes when you talk in your sleep I can hear you tell somebody named Lily to 'take Harry and run'. I would've have talked with you about it earlier but you've always been so wound up after those nights so I'm afraid it slipped my mind."

Maes swallowed hard. "So… you think I might have been married before?" he practically whimpered before pinching the back of his nose hard. "Oh man… what kind of man does that make me? Married with children and then just remarries?"

Gracia smacked his arm hard and when she had his full attention she gave him her answer to that question. "That, Maes Hughes, makes you a good man who has amnesia and decided to move on instead of wallowing in self-pity. I know you still tries to recover your memories and that you've figured out you're not amestrian originally so don't you dare to use that as an excuse. I'll tell you what. Once you've figured out where you came from, let's go there and try to find out more. Maybe your original family is still alive and looking for you."

"And if I was married and that marriage is still considered valid, what then? I don't want to divorce you."

Gracia smiled softly. "Then we'll take that talk then. I'd like to see them try to separate me from you."

Any further discussion was interrupted by Gracia suddenly turning green and rushing to the bathroom. Maes in half panic tried to help his wife as much as he could, almost calling an ambulance before Gracia managed to talk some sense into him. It wasn't until a few days later when she agreed to go to the doctor that they discovered that she hadn't caught a nasty bug but as a matter of fact was pregnant.

After that he, as some sort of safety line for himself, increased his very conscious habit of showing people photographs of his wife – and later of his new-born daughter Elicia too. If he ever got amnesia again, he wanted to be sure at least someone would know who his family was.

He refused to lose another family.

A/N: That's it for today good people! Next time: Chapter two - A close call and memories