The Missing Royals [TMR] {Newt}

Part 1: Memory

My memory, recalls that once this was a great land. 

Lights that flickered as if they dripped pure gold.

Dresses grander then roses.

Houses that touched the clouds.

Music that played at all moments. 

I do not recall if I was ever longed for this world of glittering diamonds and sweet foods.

I have the faintest memories of that world, But it was so very long ago now.

My earliest and sadly clearest memories where of the night that world was lost to time, perhaps forever.

The lights Extinguished.

The dresses torn. 

The Houses broken. 

The music... Silenced. 

I remember so very little of that night but flashes of blood against gold, the bullets landing like raindrops, Men, women, children, some who ran and some who chased. 

The very first thing I could remember the earliest thing that I could recall, 

I laid on a old torn and broken mattress down in the servants quarters and kitchens, I was nude my body bloody, broken, scared. Huddled away from an open door and window that let the snow flutter in like a blanket over my body, the morning light breaking in though the darkness that had engulfed me, the only sound the ringing of distant Sunday church bells, I laid there unable to move, in a Puddle of my own tears, Yet I do not recall as to why I was crying. I had bruises forming in unmentionable places I knew what had been done to be but I forced it away, that's the one thing I didn't want to ever remember. 

I had no memory my name, who I was, where I had come from, all I knew was simply that,

I was alive. 

and some deep part of me knew I was lucky to me.