A Forgotten Memory

Chapter 2: Found

Chapter 2: Found (Colin's P.O.V)

My brow knitted in concern as Diana looked bewildered. I have never seen her, a graceful, beautiful, intelligent girl, so...

confused and lost.

“I’m sorry.” she said simply. “I just...don’t know much. I don’t know who I am.” she looked up at the castle, her unusual yet pretty lavender eyes looking blankly. At first I thought she was fooling around, but when I saw her eyes, I knew she was sincere.

I was speechless. “Diana, are you alright? You seem so...I look at her sadly. “So lost.”

“I am lost.” she said, her head dropping down. “I can’t remember anything.”

I put two fingers in my mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The stable-boy, William, comes to me. “William,” I tell him. “Please take Moonlight and Rowan to the stables.”

William, a small, agile boy, takes the horses’ reins after Diana and I are dismounted.

I lead Diana into the castle, and lead her to a tower at the top of a narrow stair case. On the door is a white banner, gold-trimmed, with a lavender horse emblazoned at the top under a black moon and star.

“Do you remember? This is your room?” I ask.

Diana shakes her head. “I don’t...I-” She looks downcast.

I put a comforting arm on her. “It’s alright. This is just …temporary...” I instantly scold myself for thinking ‘possibly.’

I consider calling for a physician, but I am not sure they would understand. They might not even take this seriously. I could imagine easily them scoffing at us two.

“Diana,” I said, looking into her beautiful, watery lavender eyes. “Take a rest. I’ll be back soon.”

She nods somberly and lays down on her bed. I leave her in her dark tower staring up at the roof.

I look at her oak door and stare at it as if looking through it before walking in.

I peek my head into her dark room. “Diana? Are you awake?”

She didn’t answer. She still stared up at the ceiling. “How are you?” I ask her.

“Not changed from hours ago.” She replied. I look down at the stone floor. I move over to her bed. “Diana, do you remember anything? Do you remember at least something vague?”

She sat up in the position she was in hours ago. Her head drooped as she spoke. “Well,” she said, fingering a part of her cloak. “I remembered the name of my horse. That’s basically it.”

This issue was getting to me. I had been thinking hard on Diana ever since I left her to sleep.

“Where are we?” she asked. I never thought she would ask me this question, because this had been her home, along with mine, most of our lives. That all changed a couple hours ago.

I waited to answer, and replied with a question: “Where do you think we are?” I asked. I hated putting pressure like this on her, but I was trying every good move I could.

“I...I-” her brow rose as she considered all the possibilities. For a moment, I thought her lavender eyes had finally had their brilliant, remembering touch, but it faded as this ‘amnesia’ blanketed her memories.

“Non lo so. Non riesco a ricordare.” she said, then she began startled. “What did I just say?”

“I don’t know! It sounded Italian.” I knew this was one little step closer to regaining her memory back.

“Well...Italy, then?” She asks hopefully.

I shake my head. “No,”

“Then...where are we?”

“France-” I say, sad at her not remembering. I knew I couldn’t hold it against her, though. She couldn’t really remember anything, I sadly admitted to myself.