A Letter From the Past

by Lil' Fizz

Kermit is over the moon when he receives a letter from his long lost twin brother. Surely letting a deprived relative into his life is a good thing, right? But as a joyful story takes a tragic twist, Kermit realises that not everything goes according to plan. A story of trust and brotherhood but also a tale of making fresh starts, not always being stuck as the person you once were.

3. A Lost Memory

Just warning you, this whole chapter is one big flashback. I know I had a lot of unnecessary flashbacks in my fanfic Bowser Jr gets Kidnapped, but this flashback is actually important to the plot. But it's my favourite chapter so, enjoy!

"Hey Millie," my twin brother said to our little sister. "Do you see that thing at the bottom of the pond?"

"No," Millie replied leaning over.

"Look a little closer," he replied. "That's it just a little more..."

He gave her a deft kick and whooped with laughter as she fell into the pond.

I was standing next to him by the pond; I put my head slightly on one side. "Are you sure you should be doing that, brother?"

"You're no fun, Kermit," he replied. "Goodie-two-shoes. What's the fun in being good all the time?"

Millie surfaced again, splashing madly. My brother went into more peals of laughter.

I didn't take his words to heart, I never do. He was just teasing like he always does. We're twins. I'm the older one, responsible, caring and wise; he's the younger one, fun-loving, cheeky and boisterous. Somehow, although I'm the older one, he's always the dominant one. I never really understood why that was.

Something strange was going on with Mum and Dad, I was sure. They kept having whispered conversations and they wouldn't talk much to us. I was a little worried. I tried to put that feeling away though, I knew I was being ridiculous.

One night, though, when I was five, my twin and I were asleep in bed together, when I turned over in my sleep and my brother wasn't there. I woke up, it could've been something normal but somewhere deep down I felt something that said that he was in trouble. I sat up. There I saw a shadowy figure, I couldn't make him out, it was too dark but I knew that he was a stranger. But in his arms he was carrying my brother. My twin was being taken away.

He saw me and tried calling out but his terrified dry throat wouldn't make a sound louder than a whisper.

"Kermit!" he called.

"No," I whispered. "Brother!"

But before long, he had been rushed off into the horizon. And I never saw him again.

I shook the thought away but it still wouldn't leave me.

Yes brother, I thought I do remember.

But the strange thing was, I couldn't for the life of me, remember his name.